NO BIG HOMIES lyrics

[Intro]
We not your lil' n*ggas, like, the way you talkin'
I don't, I don't get what you mean
We not your little n*ggas, like, for real
All that big homie stuff, that's for little n*ggas
Little n*ggas have big homies
We're not little n*ggas, so we don't even respect big homies
I know killers doesn't and for me, I never respected n*ggas in the streets
That's why I always got the problems I got (Juice)
Gang and them, no lames with them
Long live the Ruler, long live the Greatest (My n*gga Juice)
We know the truth
Hm

[Chorus]
I'm not your lil' n*ggas, we don't do big homies
I know you smell me 'cause I got that sh*t on me
Summertime in LA, better have that blick on you
Armed and handy 'cause both of my wrists broken
My watch came from burglary, this b*tch stolen
For all the bums on my comments, stop holdin'
You couldn't walk up in my shoes without foldin'
Grand Master Ralfy tape still loadin'

[Verse 1]
I know you bum n*ggas tired of hoe bowin'
Kicked out of school, doin' too much showboatin'
Like 03, when I'm zonin', I'm floatin'
Off these substances, move in slow motion
Got good di*k, I put motion in your ocean
I'm damn near finna start my own lotion
You want these goods? b*tch, then hand over a token
I paid nothin' for this watch 'cause it's stolen
Don't got no plaque, but my music still rollin'
From [?] to Alhambra, I went golden
Quick to X a b*tch out like I'm Logan
Ain't never had a big homie, we don't condone them, the Plug
[Chorus]
I'm not your lil' n*ggas, we don't do big homies
I know you smell me 'cause I got that sh*t on me
Summertime in LA, better have that blick on you
Armed and handy 'cause both of my wrists broken
My watch came from burglary, this b*tch stolen
For all the bums on my comments, stop holdin'
You couldn't walk up in my shoes without foldin'
Grand Master Ralfy tape still loadin'

[Verse 2]
You see the fake and the real when you chosen
n*ggas be doin' this sh*t for they own motive
Life stress, sometimes I need a cold soda
For the snakes, I gotta keep the king cobra
n*ggas don't wanna see my unreleased folder
They think I made it, watch when I peak on 'em
When it's chili, I can go mink on 'em
The dog sh*t is how you know the Stincs showed up
You said you who, big homie? n*gga, so what?
You can't hop up in a foreign and do donuts
Chiefin' Heavily with the rise, we smoke donuts
A lot of you n*ggas never been on a dough hunt, the Plug

[Chorus]
I'm not your lil' n*ggas, we don't do big homies
I know you smell me 'cause I got that sh*t on me
Summertime in LA, better have that blick on you
Armed and handy 'cause both of my wrists broken
My watch came from burglary, this b*tch stolen
For all the bums on my comments, stop holdin'
You couldn't walk up in my shoes without foldin'
Grand Master Ralfy tape still loadin'