Jahking - Big Timing (feat. $peedyyy)

I'm pulling up I'm the shooter man
Left his ass stanking in the trunk like the sewer man
They be coming at $peedyyy greedy like I won't shoot the man
It's dirty dan, gruncle stan, who the real party man
I pulled up stinging like Akeelah on the Bee
Two shots make it easy, the free throw with the demon
I be really sliding to the neck with these killers
Niggas talking high tech but them niggas ain't no gorillas
Came from the slums with dope boys and bums
And niggas talking bout the money but they don't never get none
We be in the Benz truck masked up like some nuns
Whole team on the run, running streaks on these corners
Coke white air forces it's a hell of a drug
Praise to my momma raised a hell of a thug
Couple bottles of that clasé I'm feeling high class
And the bitch know I'm popping I ain't gotta raise a glass
I do this in my sleep like I'm falling on my ass
3 Gold Cuban links like a Cuban on her rag
Broke the Jesus piece but it's cool I bought it back
Niggas chains 200 mine cost a couple racks
My credit over 730 you ain't doing none of that
Damn playboy, I know you under that
But enough about the bag talk I'm moving in silence
I'm only focused on progression give a fuck about violence
On this money marathon give a fuck about mileage
And I educate myself give a fuck about college
No L's I take lessons cause it's all about knowledge
I been on go since a baby and I still ain't stopping
Been on shows since a baby and you still be watching
Grown men with fake jewelry niggas still be flopping
Big timing, bitch I'm big timing
Please excuse the fit because it's turning up the climate
I'm on these niggas necks like I got them in a headlock
I ain't even trynna press I'm knocking heads off like a dreadlock
Off white blazers only got them cause it's dead stock
Fuck it I'm a sinner having babies out of wedlock
My niggas shooters we don't do no paper trails
Zip it up and then i put it in the mail
Gas the tank then we pulling up to shells
Bring the heat finna give a nigga hell
Who said we ain't made it up from scales
Like i ain't got some shooters waiting in the dales
Say he want smoke we send his wishes up the well
Free my brother and they niggas out on bail
My girl a shooter I just hope her shit don't jam on me
Sorry about the parade you know I gotta couple bands on me
My nigga tripping before you can even put yo hands on me
Make a couple Ty and Kenny bitches dance on me
Make a couple friendly bitches take the pants off me
One up top and pop em I just pray his blood don't land on me
My bitch a real one she was bout to take the stand for me
Niggas hate because my brother did his mans dirty
King I heard a nigga want a feature run it up
I need a hundred if a nigga tryna come with us
Actin like he gang the type of shit to get him touched
If he was paid for all that cap he'd be a hundred up
You niggas losing 40 percent looking dumb as fuck
Always on the metro bus that is not fun
And niggas bust for EDD that is not funds
Cause ima pull a nigga card don't give no fucks
Got the blower in the studio I'm feeling hot
Nigga talk like he a king pin but I know he not
Niggas trynna ball a season don't even stir a pot
Big timing, bitch I'm big timing
Please excuse the fit because it's fucking up the climate
I'm on these niggas necks just like I got them in a headlock
I ain't even trynna press I'm knocking heads off like a dreadlock
Off white blazers only got them cause it's dead stock
Fuck it I'm a sinner having babies out of wedlock

Written by:
Jahking Guillory

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