TDG Big Husky - Exotic Smells

Tell the Custos
To ignore the smell
This just the smell of money
She laugh at all a nigga jokes
I told that bitch it ain't none funny
Throwing slurs all on an Insta story
I keep flexing
I keep stunting
They always hatin on a nigga
But I been out here chasin money
My niggas call me Dr.Carver
The way I stay up in the lab
Aye bro come run me to the store
I need to get some grocery bags
Remember I ain't have a whip
Im trynna pull up TRX
Nigga know I aim for heads
Ain't gotta worry bout no vest
Just got off the phone with my nigga
We had to run it bout some figures
Bro had told me watch out for these snakes
That claim they fucking with you
But I told him that I got him
Cause I won't ever trust a nigga
They say that boy there must be racist
He always screaming fuck a nigga
The way she bouncin' on my dick
I thought lil shawty popped a Jigga
Told her bring all of her friends
You know that gang be fucking with em
Fresh up out a 2dope shirt
I'm throwing on this 1k tee
They know I'm something that they not
Guessing that's why they envy me
I tell that hoe get out my face
Cause you ain't talkin' about nun fr
It don't matter what the bpm
On any beat I drill
If that hoe tries to say I'm broke
She just mad cause I wouldn't let her bum
Bitch you gotta have lil motion
You talkin' bout having fun
Call her Allyson Felix
Gave her dick
But baby loves to run
She loves to grab my stick
And take a pic
Say Nina her favorite one
Watching my surroundings
Can't let them take
My momma's only son
Know Big Husky steady dropping hits
This just another one
Tell the custos
To ignore the smell
This just the smell of money
She laughs at all a nigga jokes
Told that bitch it ain none funny
Throwing slurs all on an Insta story
I keep on flexing
Keep on stunting
They always hatin on a nigga
But I been outchea chasin money
Roby send a text
And I say brudda what you got
Know a hoe turnt my heart cold
But you know that big husky hot
Bitches turning into groupies
Every time a nigga drop
Mobbing to the store
But im Trynna fuck up the parking lot
They always speaking on a nigga
Just say I work for all I got
2 years in I did the fair
Found out I sing
Won do my hair
Tell em try me
Truth or dare
Rockin Gucci mane la flare
Nigga talking crazy
But when I pull up
Already knew he wasnt there
Remember smoking back in middle school
Now I be serving feens
Just like a charger in my phone
I stay connected with the green
Trap been jumping
If ya need a job
Apply on Indeed
Yea I keep my glock
But punch a nigga down Apollo Creed
Tell the custos
To ignore the smell
This is just the smell of money
She laughs at all a nigga jokes
Told that bitch it ain none funny
Throwing slurs all on an Insta story
I keep on flexing
Keep on stunting
They always hatin on a nigga
But I been outchea chasin money
My niggas call me Dr.Carver
The way I stay up in the lab
Aye bro come run me to the store
I need to get some grocery bags
Remember I ain have a whip
Im trynna pull up TRX
Nigga know I aim for heads
Ain gotta worry bout no vest

Written by:
Will Ross II

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