Mr. Biggs lyrics

[Intro]
(Benji, how you do that there?)
Yeah, I don't— ah
Damn, I'm hurt deep
To witness the funeral
(We love you, Perc)
Of this fine young peasant man
Fine gentleman (Oh yes, he was)
A pimp

[Verse]
Grew up on 8Ball and MJG (Perc'), n*gga, no R&B (No singin')
Peep Insta', I'm pimpin' hoes, Visa (Uh, uh, uh)
Just popped an RP Curry
I be swervin', double R, no worries (Yeah)
Ayy, too rap cap, I think he worthless
(Couple hoes with the snapback, get 'em on purpose, damn)
Havin' too much motion, the opps commotion
Big Double pop Percs, then put the ho out
I done ran up so much money up off these drugs, without no love I'm takin' you out (Walk 'em out, walk)
Damn, n*gga, 'til I bleed, uh
sh*t, where I'm from everybody totin' guns and robbin' (Like it's easy, n*gga)
Double mix Chrome Hearts with the Louis Vuitton, I'ma walk the world like Dapper Don (Ayy, let's go, let's go, woah)
All my b*tches one of one
Rollie presidential, Obama's son
Never had no pop, never had no role model but this gun
I walked my way down to the top (Oh), I kick down doors 'cause they ain't even give me nothin' (Walk, walk, walk, walk down)
First you get that money, then you get that power
I'm a snake baby, free slime (Ayy)
Smoke Wonderland, straight off the boat (The boat)
Got off my ass, got in that action
I was young, I couldn't be bum
Whole lotta trappin' (Ayy), ain't no scammer action (Yeah)
Rob a n*gga for fun (Rob, rob a n*gga)
Take his bump
Protect Wock' like the Pope
Know everybody shoot somethin'
We don't recruit on n*ggas 'cause we the shooters (Bang, walk down, uh), you know how we come
Pulled a triple cross on the plug 'cause he wasn't showin' love, so we took somethin'
Young n*gga, young n*gga, young n*gga move that dope
The real big fire, king murder, ho
Know that's for sho', n*gga
Real beef never gon' end, the shootin' never get old (Uh, uh, slatt, slatt)
n*gga play, I'ma get in that mode
Uh, real gangster street n*gga code
Uh, keep bangin', never snitch and never switch up on the bro
Freak b*tch overseas, man, suckin' di*k like self-made suckin' ho (Woah, woah)
All this ice on, no snow
Draco hit, make a fire blow
Double ain't no rapper, I'm a walker, I don't cap and that's for sho'
All them n*ggas, they done ran from me (Walk down), plan jammed on me (Walk down), might up me a pole (Uh, uh, slime)
From boy to man, from poor to more
sh*t, I ran it up, ain't change for somethin' (We the reason you changed, foe)
n*gga don't come outside 'cause we the ones that score (Uh, uh)
sh*t, they say time don't matter this sh*t
Pimp walk, straight J pimped the ho, uh
Touchdown on Brad Pitt with the 'bows
I could show you a trick to get money from 'bows (Walk down)
Young n*gga wanna be big like Mr. Biggs
He got hit with that switch (Now it's better act quiet, boy)
Uh, he say he a street n*gga (Uh, uh), got locked (Ayy), turned to an R&B singer
Can know that n*ggas ain't walkin' down (Uh), we the ones come with the reaper (Uh, walk, walk, walk, walk)
Heard the chop down (Walk), we spray a hundred-round (Yeah) and shot all of these people, n*gga
Can't close my eyes, I might see death, uh, walk a n*gga world down all by hisself, without no help
Eight ball and MJG, I'm goin' out Mr. Biggs like Mr. Biggs (Uh)
Lil Double O, Space Age pimpin', walk through Memphis with that switch, uh
[Outro]
Uh, walk 'em out
Walk 'em out, walk 'em down
Walk 'em