OG B.I.G.G.I.E - Mr. Banner

We just be juggin and vibing
I'm trynna go to a Island
Felt her emotions with silence
We know what we doin in private
Tryna fuck ha and put ha in college
Trynna flood ha Neck out with diamonds
Use to drippin and pimpin I'm wildin
Trynna fill her head up with knowledge
I still loved ha I knew she was treash
Man I hope this lil hoe ain't no leech
Why ha ass kinda nice like a peach
Bae I'm thuggin can't give ya no peace
She a slut we can't chill on the beach
Time to slide its the end of the week
When fuckin she call me big meech
I'm just here kuz I know she a freak
Shit get deep
Had to stack up get on my feet
Niggas tried it they thought I was weak
Hate to talk violence but niggas get beat
My Lil niggas Rowdy yo niggas aint deep
I'll have yo whole team callin out for retreat
Kinda off subject this beat got me geek
I gotta eat
Know I'm next up and can't take a seat
Smokin on gas and this shit kinda reek
Throw the big b when I'm sliding with reek
This hoe like my drip yea she thank this shit neat
At my table this shit is a feast
Catch me outside hope this bitch ain't no creep
Hope you don't die when you step in the streets
I'm kinda shy I do not like to meet
I'm trynna do the same thang that I preach
What's beef
Stepped in a cage I'm surrounded by beast
Don't give a fuck going out like Ali
I'm the big steppa know not to try me
What a week
I'm trynna scheme
Just like Tom Brady I got me sum rings
100 for 100 they call me the dream
Deep in the game hoopin like I'm kareem
Go get sum racks give it all to my team
I took the beans and hopped bck on scene
I was fien
I sold some dope it was 15 a g
I'm on a boat with a room full of fees
She fuckin on me then I charge her a fee
I can't relate this shit harder then plea
Name me a nigga who Harder then me
Name me a bitch who can talk to og
Slat
We use to jug get the pack from the projects
Lil bitch just told me she can't be no object
Sorry Lil mamma I hate that I'm poppin
Stepped in the game I took off like a rocket
I got the boots on a hoe and I'm knockin
Knew me back then now she know how im rockin
Tried to label me said I was toxic
Sick of the bs I'm sick of the
We use to jug get the pack from the projects
Lil bitch just told me she can't be no object
Sorry Lil mamma I hate that I'm poppin
Stepped in the game I took off like a rocket
I got the boots on a hoe and I'm knockin
knew me back then now she know how I'm rockin
Tried to label me said I was toxic
Sick of the bs I'm sick of the nonsense
I'm in hills where them bitches can't find me
Slat

Written by:
Rashad Collins

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