Bigger Than The Program lyrics

[Intro]
(Four3va)
(Choppin' sh*t up like Trippy)

[Chorus]
Get in my way, I won't feel sorry for you, you get ran over
12 askin' me questions, but, sh*t, I don't know
n*ggas be sad, I know if you caught down bad today, you gon' call them folks
n*gga was bangin', but we pushed up, he dropped his flag, boy, you a ho
We catch you, we takin' you all the way back
Tie that b*tch 'round his neck, hang him up by a rope
Hot sh*t, we turn that lil' boy to a pack
On the E-way slidin', we beatin' the road
This ain’t Hellstar, Supreme on me
When I hit from the back, she cream on it
You can't name a drop that we ain't went through, they know we be on it
Say what?

[Verse]
Uh, shout out my label, they know what's up
n*ggas get a lil' buzz, then fall off, they cannot f*ck with us
No, I ain't hard to look for, comе inside the AP, gon' get— uh
I ain't hard to look for, comе inside the AP, gon' get bust
Boy, you know you f*cked up
Actin' like you don't wanna let sh*t go, you actin' stuck up
You must think you bigger than the program, pus*y, shut the f*ck up
Scram ho, when she leave, gon' let the door slam, mad the bros ain't f*ck her
Step outta line, you gon' get blowed down just for actin' so tough
Hold on, poppin' sh*t on Instagram, they tryna see like how I do it
It don't matter if that sh*t big or small, it's just 'bout how you move it
Hold on, I know you kinda shy, so when we f*ck, just put some hype into it
I know I said you got a shot, but your ass probably blew it (Hold on, DG)
What? What? Uh, say what?
Front-seat action, hop out the passenger seat, tried to catch me an opp on the South
Said my name, don't bring me up, that's just the sh*t I don't allow
Helmut Lang, I'm puttin' sh*t on like I'm a mannequin in the mall
Free all of the bros behind walls
I'm droppin' that chicken on you and your mans, no problem that money can't solve
When I need somethin' and this money all gone, just tell me who I'm gon' call
Know 12 need to stop tryna blue light me, DG gon' break the law (Every time)
[Chorus]
Get in my way, I won't feel sorry for you, you get ran over
12 askin' me questions, but, sh*t, I don't know
n*ggas be sad, I know if you caught down bad today, you gon' call them folks
n*gga was bangin', but we pushed up, he dropped his flag, boy, you a ho
We catch you, we takin' you all the way back
Tie that b*tch 'round his neck, hang him up by a rope
Hot sh*t, we turn that lil' boy to a pack
On the E-way slidin', we beatin' the road
This ain’t Hellstar, Supreme on me
When I hit from the back, she cream on it
You can't name a drop that we ain't went through, they know we be on it
Say what?