Big One lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy (Buss one)
(Ajaks, this a banger)
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy, check me out
Okay, ayy, huh

[Verse]
Fifty thousand dollars on me now, who tryna call my bluff?
Ran this sh*t up all by myself, ain't gotta call for nothin'
Really Rich forever lit, if they ain't rockin' with us, f*ck 'em
Chrome Heart denim, baby, you can't find these in the Buckle
Ten milli', I ain't scuffling, you try it, you in trouble
Quit chasin' them hoes, n*gga, once you try it, you gon' bubble
On stage high like David Ruffin, we in the club pourin' 'Tussin (Drank)
I be done poured a n*gga rent, but these n*ggas homeless (On my baby)
You say you can cook a brick? Okay, n*gga, show me
I keep a Kenan Kel-Tec just like Nickelodeon
I'm with a bad-ass b*tch, she say she Cambodian
Go tell your drunk-ass uncle I got some paper old as him
(n*gga, been slammin', lil'-ass n*gga)
Huh, a n*gga play, we gon' put him down and stand over him
These broke-ass n*ggas salty, out here throwin' sodium
I got a phobia for broke n*ggas out here owin' n*ggas
I was broke, but I had to get up and go show them n*ggas
Cracked a hundred out the strike, damn near blew the motor in it
I'm hittin' the road, she say she goin' with me
It's cool, baby know to play her role, I made her hold the glizzy
LA, New York, Houston, then the O, b*tch, I been gettin' busy
I hit Iceman Nick and dropped a forty, b*tch, it's gettin' chilly (Cold)
Bae, give me some head, naw, I ain't with all the sentimental
Take me to the source, ain't with all the monkeys in the middle, huh
My n*gga keep some 'caine on him, he ain't crippled
I got some sh*t could drop a reindeer in this pistol
I'm pourin' Tris up out the pint, I never pour a little
It's Big Chick, buss a brick, you n*ggas Stuart Little
They love me 'cause I do the most, you n*ggas do a little
A thousand grams done blew the motor, damn near threw the blender (f*ck)
Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, I'm runnin' through them b*tches (We runnin' through this sh*t)
I heard you n*ggas goin' poor, money through with n*ggas (Money through with them)
Me and bro 'nem stumblin' out Dior, we just blew a chicken
New B-30s cost a G, my left shoe a digit
I got so many bad b*tches tellin' me, "Baby, do your big one"
Hmm, ayy, I got so many bad b*tches tellin' me, "Baby, do your big one" (Ayy, do your big one)
Ayy, huh, I got so many bad b*tches tellin' me, "Baby, do your big one"