BIG Bloody by Bris Lyrics
[Intro]
(Brrt)
(Brrt, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick 'em)
[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
I got magic, the work doin' backflips (Tada)
Baby, how you do that dance again? It's fantastic (Ayy)
KD off a thizz, it's a double, got him smackin' (Got him smackin')
In a foreign zoomin', told him slow down 'fore you bag it (Skrrt)
Big booty bitch, damn right I wanna grab it (Uh-huh)
I know it ain't legit, bro, that's plastic (Ayy)
Planet of The Apes, wildlife, no Jurassic
I ain't in it for the clout, baby boy, you can have it
Watch him stop, drop, and roll, fire drill when we blast him
This nigga takin' pictures, quick to flash him (Quick to flash him)
Put red beams on you, nigga, we ain't laser taggin'
Snatch a snitch up, no kidnappin', snitch-nappin'
[Verse 2: Bris]
Ayy, I be runnin' to that chicken, I put them bands first (Put them bands first)
Countin' money and shootin' guns make my hands hurt (Bah-bah-bah)
Joc geekin', thirty hangin' out his man-purse (See that thirty)
Finger fuck the fully switch and make the slam squirt
When lil' baby hear my verse, she start squirt creamin' (Gon' squirt cream)
Think I'm finna flirt, I'm off these Pеrcs geekin' (I'm off these Percs geekin')
You ain't with that shit, you just turnеd demon (Turned demon)
Matter fact, I don't even think you turnt, even (Not really)
Big pole hangin' out like a screwdriver (Like a screwdriver)
Gettin' sucked up in this low, they don't know who drivin' (They like, "Who drivin'?")
Nigga squeeze banana pills like I'm food fightin' (Like I'm food fightin')
Up the Glock and catch a faceshot like 42 Eiffel (Ayy, free Eiffel)
Ayy, you see that pipe up in my hands, it's not karaoke (Not karaoke)
Gotta keep it in my pants, gotta carry on me (Gotta carry on me)
You gon' need like eighty hands, it's a pair of 40 (He gon' need some hands)
Probably knock your eyes off for all that starin', homie
You know the clip chubby (Ayy)
Lil' Bris and B-Dawg's baby pit puppies (Baby pit puppies)
All these blues in my pocket, but I'm big Bloodin' (But I'm big Bloodin')
She want them bands, it's not a question if the bitch love me (Bitch cute)
[Verse 3: Mac J]
Ayy, put me in, coach, boy, it's game time (Huh?)
Shit, flip phone bangin' like a gang sign (On God)
Ayy, bitch steady choosin', and she ain't mine (No way)
Niggas hatin', boy, I heard it through the grapevine (Uh-huh)
Hold on, ayy, who you told on? (Uh-huh)
Snitch jacket, I can't never put that coat on (Niggas rat)
I ain't hungry, I just ate an oxycodone (Ayy)
Homies turn to suckers, I don't know who I should blow on, ayy
And all that pump fakin', better cut it out (Better cut it out)
'Cause that look you niggas havin' really runnin' out (On God)
If we pull up on your street, you know we jumpin' out (Say what?)
I'll quarantine your house, you know we shut it down (Stupid)
(Brrt)
(Brrt, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick 'em)
[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
I got magic, the work doin' backflips (Tada)
Baby, how you do that dance again? It's fantastic (Ayy)
KD off a thizz, it's a double, got him smackin' (Got him smackin')
In a foreign zoomin', told him slow down 'fore you bag it (Skrrt)
Big booty bitch, damn right I wanna grab it (Uh-huh)
I know it ain't legit, bro, that's plastic (Ayy)
Planet of The Apes, wildlife, no Jurassic
I ain't in it for the clout, baby boy, you can have it
Watch him stop, drop, and roll, fire drill when we blast him
This nigga takin' pictures, quick to flash him (Quick to flash him)
Put red beams on you, nigga, we ain't laser taggin'
Snatch a snitch up, no kidnappin', snitch-nappin'
[Verse 2: Bris]
Ayy, I be runnin' to that chicken, I put them bands first (Put them bands first)
Countin' money and shootin' guns make my hands hurt (Bah-bah-bah)
Joc geekin', thirty hangin' out his man-purse (See that thirty)
Finger fuck the fully switch and make the slam squirt
When lil' baby hear my verse, she start squirt creamin' (Gon' squirt cream)
Think I'm finna flirt, I'm off these Pеrcs geekin' (I'm off these Percs geekin')
You ain't with that shit, you just turnеd demon (Turned demon)
Matter fact, I don't even think you turnt, even (Not really)
Big pole hangin' out like a screwdriver (Like a screwdriver)
Gettin' sucked up in this low, they don't know who drivin' (They like, "Who drivin'?")
Nigga squeeze banana pills like I'm food fightin' (Like I'm food fightin')
Up the Glock and catch a faceshot like 42 Eiffel (Ayy, free Eiffel)
Ayy, you see that pipe up in my hands, it's not karaoke (Not karaoke)
Gotta keep it in my pants, gotta carry on me (Gotta carry on me)
You gon' need like eighty hands, it's a pair of 40 (He gon' need some hands)
Probably knock your eyes off for all that starin', homie
You know the clip chubby (Ayy)
Lil' Bris and B-Dawg's baby pit puppies (Baby pit puppies)
All these blues in my pocket, but I'm big Bloodin' (But I'm big Bloodin')
She want them bands, it's not a question if the bitch love me (Bitch cute)
[Verse 3: Mac J]
Ayy, put me in, coach, boy, it's game time (Huh?)
Shit, flip phone bangin' like a gang sign (On God)
Ayy, bitch steady choosin', and she ain't mine (No way)
Niggas hatin', boy, I heard it through the grapevine (Uh-huh)
Hold on, ayy, who you told on? (Uh-huh)
Snitch jacket, I can't never put that coat on (Niggas rat)
I ain't hungry, I just ate an oxycodone (Ayy)
Homies turn to suckers, I don't know who I should blow on, ayy
And all that pump fakin', better cut it out (Better cut it out)
'Cause that look you niggas havin' really runnin' out (On God)
If we pull up on your street, you know we jumpin' out (Say what?)
I'll quarantine your house, you know we shut it down (Stupid)