Big Yellow - Big Yellow
It's another oneI ain't gotta say too much
Big Yellow
It's big yellow not the little one
Big Draco not the little gun
You look up to your mans
That's my little son
Try to play her for a pussy
I ain't one of them
No indirects I was on flex
No views involved no blue check
You was in my
I got all texts
Still got it on me after coat check
Move bitch shit I been hot
Don't compare to no rapper
Unless it's Big Pac
Any feature that I'm on bitches get dropped
I'm still a bad bitch in my flip flops
Hi kids
You wanna know violence?
I could teach you how to grab a Stick
And hold it like violins
Hear the sirens
Kill'em with silence
I'm on timing
I'm sliding
I'm hitting they head like it's a Migraine
Straight up out that boogie down
And I got my hoodie down
Feel like A boogie now
Why the all up on me now
Keep shooters when I move around
That's how I maneuver now
Keep a bunch blue faces
Feeling like I'm hoover now
I wave the forty in the air
I bet I move the crowd
Taking shots at my circle
It get roundabout
I'm the hottest in the city
None to talk about
It's a body it's a kill
They gonna chalk it out
It's BIG YELLOW
Told y'all what the fuck time it is
It's Yellow season
Written by:
Jhanice Turner
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