Big Visions - Split Decisions (feat. Briss & B.I.G. T)

York What's shaking
T What up?
Drunk swerving in the 6 and regressing
My chicks keep their heads down, that's depression
Legit cause I'm stuffing the truck with 3 pounds
She keep calling me back, that's redial
I write a verse 7 days of the week
It's like the last 30 days, he was playing this beat
I cop haze in the Jeep
Young bitches would die for
So the weed in my leaf is what niggas get high for
You can't rap perfect, then I'm bringing you that close
With Crips that would drink your milk, you lactose
The Damu's gon' be doing it too
Lemme chill 5, pass the brew
And shorty stuck like glue
She roll L's when I'm passing through
Ask shorty if I made thug passion true
I rap for deep thinkers, and Louis the XIII drinkers
With weed, bottles, and green Tahoes
I know dudes who got rich straight trafficking deuce
Told Briss I love you, nigga, just lay off the deuce
Had to get me a bag cause being broke is dark
She let me bus it from the back, now she Rosa Parks
I had dope on the block, I was hot like summer
She talk crazy on the text, had to block her number
Even on a light day I be drippy and shit
Cause this watch on my wrist is expensive as shit
Take care of my kids first
Then, I blow me bag, pop me some tags
This year I'm right on they ass
Paper chasing nigga
You can see I'm on my grind today
They steady hating you can peep that from a mile away
I'm bossed up baby I'm in a different tax bracket
Low tolerance for a bitch that's acting mad ratchet
I don't argue with niggas, cause shit can get messy
Glock 40 turn your brains into Rao's spaghetti
Look, I grew up from Madison to the 1st
Let me tell you how that happened at first
See, Mommy Daddy had work
They blew up and they was trapping on 1st
Then they got wrapped and snapped with the twork
Then gave birth to a turd

Written by:
Taurean Lacy

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