[Intro]
Big Money
[Verse]
Who pumped this n*gga up to go and make a diss?
Guess n*ggas mad they can't be part of this gang sh*t
Where was all this tough sh*t when n*ggas got stripped?
Or when your hearts got hit up and you ain't do sh*t?
Your mama a snitch, your brothers are snitches
Four boys, but she raised all b*tches
Ain't lyin' in my raps, I ain't gotta cap
Mad at me 'cause you ain't shoot, what type of sh*t is that?
You ain't never even sent a shot at a sucker
Can't name a time I seen a sucker and they start bustin'
Should've bust your strap, 'cause I bust mine
Dropped a hundred in that whip, you crashed a couple times
I bet Tu would pop you up if he was alive
Y'all let real n*ggas die and nerds stay alive
I'm real Big Money, n*gga, this my sh*t
I get real big money, pull up in foreign whips
You ain't get no money, drivin' a b*tch sh*t
To go in four-nick kicks with a four-nick
Nu got fifty in the Glock if n*ggas want this
On Instagram n*ggas thuggin', but ain't on sh*t
I call shots and I bust chops
Got twenty stuffed up in my jeans, a Cardi B knot
Your cousin f*ckin' with that sucker, she get hit too
Last time it was four, next time it's twenty-two
But I had real love for n*ggas
June 3rd, I knew you ain't have no love for n*ggas
But now n*ggas wanna lie on my name
I sad I wasn't gon' even do it, you just in it for fame
But you gon' get the fame when you up in your grave
That's why I send sucker n*ggas who speak on my name
How you TuTu Land and don't f*ck with Sheik?
I ain't duckin' no smoke, who want it with me?