Big Bullies lyrics

[Intro: J1Hunnit]
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[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
Me and Glock, two Gen-5s, make fifteen into thirty
Me and Shred, two ten millis, send twenty through your curtains
If you ain't got no paper in this sh*t, you a burden
Drive a hundred pounds to Arkansas, I trail 'em back through Gurdon
Sent lil' shawty through that country town, they called me like, "She pretty"
I just barely bust that pus*y open, she already squirtin'
I ran out of dope this mornin', it wasn't even 7:30
My cup dirty, leave my tongue pink, you'd think I swallowed Kirby
Stand my ground when I dump the blick, New York, sh*t, I get sturdy
Sweatin' the stick at you like Tiger Woods, I'm tryna catch a birdie
I told her when shе meet the clerk to stroke his еgo and act flirty

[Verse 2: ShredGang Mone]
Pop out with that ten milli' on me, hit him in his head
I done ran down with switchie, now he pickin' up his mans
n*ggas pus*y, see him out and make him give it up again
Jack boys back around, n*ggas tuckin' all they sh*t
Fell in love with mini Dracs 'cause they hold them big bullets
Only 1:45, they know I'm a big bully (Fah, fah, hrrah)
Stupid, this a damn fully
Get his ass blew down tryna raise his hands to me
Hop in that strike and get a watch, they know we back on that time
n*gga playin' round with me, he must be askin' to die
I put a SRT engine on the back of the Glock
We drop a fifty, now his ass the newest caption on Fox
The biggest Shred
[Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Tappin' triggers, tappin' pedals and then we gone
I'm like a teacher, I catch your out without your pass, I send you home
My young n*gga ain't got no sense, he hit your dog inside his dome
I'm a lil' n*gga but ten milli'll break your f*ckin' bones
This a foreign kind of car
Match my b*tch, match my clothes
Got impressive, we'll probably take it if it's Rolls
Play with us, I do you just like Tron watch, leave you froze
He added fifty on his head, my n*ggas followed his ass home
Balenciaga, f*ck around and mixed it with the Prada
How these f*ck n*ggas my kids and I ain't got no baby mama?
sh*t's so crazy how I pop and I still'll pull up and pop
I roll past 12, doin' like 120, why would I stop it?
We sell the weed, but we just buy the lean
You'll f*ck bad hoes like me, you had a lot of cheese
I spend five thousand on this 'fit, you ain't even know it 'cause of these Prada jeans
Yeah, you probably think this came from rappin', I got a lot of fiends