Big Lit by Boss Billionaire Lyrics
Lately I feel like lm willing to die lit
They said I sound like pac and ready to die big
They know boss billionaire From Brooklyn to Compton
Use to be kickin caustious
Chillen In Yonkers
By the Mcdonalds
I trap like a mother fuckin animal
Y’all just trapped like a mother fuckin animal
Stay away from me I can’t stand a fool
Leave you layin In a pool of blood
Don’t ask who the shooter was
Don’t ask where they got that Rugar from
Just know that it open up
Ya whole button up
I been had flow I’m the one that they copy oh
I got that blow
Even in the summer time I see snow
Wit no oven i cook pies
Make it and save it or starve
Take it and break it in half
The better the bigger bag
Shooting a viddy the city on smash
Cook it up rite on the ave
I ont give a damn
I be going ham
Put a gram on every gram
I’m the candy man
Lately I feel like lm willing to die lit
Packin
The Mac
In the back
Of the back truck
Actin up
Active as fuck
I passed them they passin a blunt
Every song I keep it a buck
Check my track list pull it up
I don’t do diss song cause they all wack
Get them all whacked
I could take a half and make a brick back
Then flip that
Big made a song how to sell crack
I been moving work since 911 plane crashed
In to a building
Put the money In to a ceiling
What you know about in to it feelin
I want ends you in feelings
Get ya money fuck a friend that shit silly
Fuck attention
People being in your business
Is bad for business
I really seen a thousand grams niggas Collin kappernickin
Lately I feel like lm willing to die lit
They said I sound like pac and ready to die big
They know boss billionaire From Brooklyn to Compton
Use to be kickin caustious
Chillen In Yonkers
By the Mcdonalds
I trap like a mother fuckin animal
Y’all just trapped like a mother fuckin animal
Stay away from me I can’t stand a fool
Leave you layin In a pool of blood
Don’t ask who the shooter was
Don’t ask where they got that Rugar from
Just know that it open up
Ya whole button up
I been had flow I’m the one that they copy oh
I got that blow
Even in the summer time I see snow
Wit no oven i cook pies
Make it and save it or starve
Take it and break it in half
The better the bigger bag
Shooting a viddy the city on smash
Cook it up rite on the ave
I ont give a damn
I be going ham
Put a gram on every gram
I’m the candy man
Lately I feel like lm willing to die lit
Packin
The Mac
In the back
Of the back truck
Actin up
Active as fuck
I passed them they passin a blunt
Every song I keep it a buck
Check my track list pull it up
I don’t do diss song cause they all wack
Get them all whacked
I could take a half and make a brick back
Then flip that
Big made a song how to sell crack
I been moving work since 911 plane crashed
In to a building
Put the money In to a ceiling
What you know about in to it feelin
I want ends you in feelings
Get ya money fuck a friend that shit silly
Fuck attention
People being in your business
Is bad for business
I really seen a thousand grams niggas Collin kappernickin
Lately I feel like lm willing to die lit