Big Chris - ESPN

I'm tryna to shop when I land
I'm smoking gram after gram
I'm tryna grind to a Lamb
Let the whole world just know who I am
Blow a oz of the gas
Jump in the Benz hit the gas
These pussies keep making me mad
I'm thinking about going to get in my bag
I'm a just keep on chasing my enz
Tryna get me and the family some M's
I'm keeping me two twin glocks for my friends
I keep it real no need to pretend
I'm always on like ESPN
My windows tinted that you can't see in
No sucker nigga, boy I can't be him
Don't bring him around me don't wanna meet him
No new nigga you a buster
I ain't grow up with ya, I don't trust ya
Choppa singing to ya like it's Usher
Squad never scared like Bone Crusher

Nigga stay ready for the pressure
Trust me you don't wanna end up on a stretcher
Keep that check that coming no stressing
See diamonds shining off the necklace
Fucked her good she said I'm impressive
Out of towners loving that I'm from Texas
Broke 'em off I'm still acting reckless
And my bitch just text me and said she still plexin

I love when I'm getting them Benjis so steadily
I'm high off that dope for heavenly
Sipping that oil I'm feeling so pleasantly
I'm in the kitchen and I got the recipes
I get that check and that's a necessity
I always ready like it was the SAT's
I flex my muscles to be all that I can be
I'm checking on stocks smoking exotic weed
I knew a bad bitch her name was Penelope
Loving her vibe and I'm loving her energy

Nigga stay ready for the pressure
Trust me you don't wanna end up on a stretcher
Keep that check that coming no stressing
See diamonds shining off the necklace
Fucked her good she said I'm impressive
Out of towners loving that I'm from Texas
Broke 'em off I'm still acting wreck less
And my bitch just text me and said she still plexin

Written by:
Chimezie Asumnu

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