BIG CITRUS lyrics

[Verse 1]
Both my meat and a toy in her box like I'm— (Omar on the come up!)
Both my meat and a toy in her box like a Happy Meal
Keep loose change in my pocket, how I'm packing steel
We gon' smoke him, that sh*t giving me the munchies
Boy, we ain't into talking, we gon' let the gun speak
Women make half the damn population
How the f*ck you treating pus*y like the One Piece? (LIME KING, shuh!)
He f*cking around, he must not know the gang
I got a stick, that sh*t gon' bang
If they opp, eh dun; wait, he doesn't know the slang
We finna bleed the block, now they thinking I got fangs
Why my side b*tch always calling? I'm just letting that sh*t rang
Money going up to the ceiling, his sh*t looking like Scott Lang
She wanna know how the lime tastes, she eating the di*k, she liking the tang
Put the dots up on his head, now he be looking like Yin and Yang
We be walking on coals under pressure, looking like Johnny Dang

[Chorus]
Huhhh (All these b*tches even think they can f*ck with me!)
b*tch, I'm the motherf*cking Big Citrus
Thought I sold shoes how I'm standing on my business
We be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like Limp Bizkit
Huhhh (Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!)
b*tch, I'm the motherf*cking Big Citrus (Damn right)
Thought I sold shoes how I'm standing on my business
We be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like Limp Bizkit (Hahaha)
[Verse 2]
I keep that blicky in my backpack
Talk sh*t 'bout the gang, you gon' get your sack whacked
You should try and bust in over 21 like Black Jack
'Cause I heard that boy was into minors, no Jack Black
Always talking 'bout the money, where your racks at?
We be on the trees like a Vietnam flashback
Talking so much cap, sh*t, I gave that boy a hat rack
pus*y so bald, that sh*t almost wore a snapback
Hahhh (What?), I'm Super Saiyan in this b*tch (What?)
She be steady cupping my balls, thought that b*tch had perfect pitch (What?)
If he dress like Adam Sandler, he ain't f*cking with the clique (What?)
She gon' get blind twice, one from the wrist and one from the di*k
I don't chase hoes, I pick
Autoimmune disorder, how I stay so sick
My pockets finna stay so rich
My c*ck finna stay in your b*tch and that sh*t finna stain your mattress
Making movies with her back bent, she ain't no actress

[Chorus]
Huhhh ([?] punk ass b*tch, get the f*ck out of my face!)
b*tch, I'm the motherf*cking Big Citrus
Thought I sold shoes how I'm standing on my business
We be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like Limp Bizkit
Huhhh (Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!)
b*tch, I'm the motherf*cking Big Citrus (Damn right)
Thought I sold shoes how I'm standing on my business
We be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like Limp Bizkit