Giant lyrics

[Intro]
(Wait, that's Ray)
(Ayo, ShekThisYours)

[Chorus]
They go big, then I go giant (Mm-hmm)
I ain't have sh*t, but the boy got rich, told mama, "No more cryin" (On God)
Don't give a f*ck how this sh*t turn out, I know my hood behind me (My hood)
The rap don't work, then I'm back in the trap, lil' n*gga, that's where they found me (Yes)
I f*cked the b*tch first night, lil' n*gga, don't do no wine and dinin' (Nah)
I send a blitz like defense linemen (On God)
Maybach lay back, my feet reclinin' (Yes)
Sippin' on lean, the seat massagin' (Fah)
So many racks, I need a dolly
House full of hoes, sh*t look like fighters (Yes)
All of 'em got brain, ain't go to no college (No)
My dog got rich off white, no Miley Cyrus

[Verse]
Young n*gga's lit, wе shinin' (Yeah)
Young n*gga, young n*gga lit, he shinin', yeah (Yеah, shinin')
Young n*gga, keep on grindin' (Yeah), gon' take off with perfect timin' (Take off)
Backend came, all hundreds, I went and spent that sh*t on diamonds (Let's go)
My b*tch so bad and that pus*y got so much water, I just go divin' (Come here)
He tried this sh*t, didn't die, that boy must had God on his side (Swear)
When sh*t get real for real, I bet my n*ggas won't switch up sides (Gang)
Lost so many real n*ggas in this field, some nights I bust out cryin' (f*ck)
If you ain't seen no pain before, just look inside my eyes
If you not real, don't come around me, I told God to show me signs
Got shot and bounced right back, lil' n*gga, I guess it wasn't my time
Free Tre and free lil' Mel, that f*ck n*gga damn near dropped a dime (They pus*y)
They killed lil' Domo from my door, that sh*t there still be on my mind (The f*ck)
[Chorus]
They go big, then I go giant (Mm-hmm)
I ain't have sh*t, but the boy got rich, told mama, "No more cryin" (On God)
Don't give a f*ck how this sh*t turn out, I know my hood behind me (My hood)
The rap don't work, then I'm back in the trap, lil' n*gga, that's where they found me (Yes)
I f*cked the b*tch first night, lil' n*gga, don't do no wine and dinin' (Nah)
I send a blitz like defense linemen (On God)
Maybach lay back, my feet reclinin' (Yes)
Sippin' on lean, the seat massagin' (Fah)
So many racks, I need a dolly
House full of hoes, sh*t look like fighters (Yes)
All of 'em got brain, ain't go to no college (No)
My dog got rich off white, no Miley Cyrus