No Biggie lyrics

[Intro]
(X on the beats)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah, man, if Jen ain't do it, it ain't music)

[Verse]
Pockets lookin' like chicken and b*tch, it stay breaded
I'll turn this b*tch up if I feel disrespected
If it's more than two people, I'm uppin' my weapon
I'm bringin' the gas and a bad b*tch to hit
In the club and I'm walkin' like I gotta p*ss
'Cause I got the snubnose under my di*k
Grab her neck like a pit while she eat up the di*k
I smoke too much weed, nuggets come out my sh*t
And these nuggets keep goin', these loads gettin' heavy
sh*t goin' like pizza, they hot and they ready
If we ever go down, don't you worry 'bout me
I can't tell on the fam, gotta lethal inject me
I'm f*ckin' the sh*t out that b*tch, but I remember back then
When that bald-headed ho wouldn't let me
I be doggin' these n*ggas and doggin' these hoes
Even though I'm a dog, better watch how you pet me
"2z, you said you's gon' beat these cheeks
You been duckin' and dodgin' me all damn week"
"2z, you know when we catch your ass
We gon' lay your ass down, we gon' stretch your ass"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, lil' b*tch, I'm busy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, lil' n*gga, come with it
I ain't worried 'bout a n*gga, these n*ggas is silly
Catch me in the hemi with nobody with me
Got somethin' that'll scratch you if you feelin' itchy
It got different sizes if you feelin' picky
Start checkin' your ho for new tattoos and piercings
'Cause some of these hoes got my name on they titty
Someone put out the word that I'm tryna f*ck Iggy
I'm tryna f*ck RiRi, I'm tryna f*ck Nicki
This money ain't sh*t, I could make a quick fifty
Bought mama a car and I told her, "No biggie"
They don't wanna admit it, but they know the truth
I'm the hottest young n*gga to come out the city
I know these lil' n*ggas hate 2z deep down in they soul
But they come around and act friendly
I really been sprintin' to the money my whole damn life
So the bottom my feet ain't pretty
I'm takin' this time on the beat for a moment of silence
For all of my n*ggas ain't with me
I wake up, I grab me a plate, and I eat
I don't lie about the price, b*tch, I got the receipts
I pull up and collect, I'll be back in a week
Got my n*gga in jail makin' plays on them P's
Some money older, some may got a crease
Bought the whole gang a chain 'fore I bought a new piece
I'm smokin' that purple sh*t, Baltimore Raven
Learned how to weigh weed when I stayed on Lynn Haven
I need my sh*t now 'cause I'm very impatient
Oh, that ain't my b*tch, we just f*ck on occasion
I'm grindin' all day like a dude at a skate park
I put the P's in the back of a racecar
Treat a b*tch like a keyboard, I enter and space bar
Like a dyke that was horny, these n*ggas just play hard
[Outro]
(Yeah, man, if Jen ain't do it, it ain't music)