Biggs Out

Ayy, yeah, come on (I just walked in too, nigga) It's GT, nigga (This shit off the dome, nigga) Ayy, nigga, what up? (Let's get this shit in, nigga) Ayy, nigga (Big songs, nigga, let's go) ayy I heard they let Biggs out Call bring the BINs out Whip so fast, tap it and it spin out I remember they was young as hell Nigga whip a ten out True Religion nigga, at yo bitch house White, nigga, let me get it in Flowing when I stop, they spin Next week probably in Miami in a I ain't even got no beef, all the opps dead Come through all black but the guts red Bro, I only call yo bitch when I want head And if you ever think we sweet You gon' catch lead Could've jumped in the 'Cat but I took the Benz buffs cost four flat That's without the lens Y'all niggas bunch of followers and We set the trend On the East I just caught a play Where the f*ck is GT? Spin yo block like a record or a CD Coming back to back like that Drake Song but I ain't sign nothing Chopstick flip the crib Tryna rewind something Ice on, stomp yo head in I catch you eyeing something Chase you down on the freeway We on the lodge busting Ham called me tryna buy a pint I sold him Robitussin We got a problem? Ain't no talking It ain't no discussion Dropped a diss song? I dropped a chain I don't battle rap Account with the pin, this shit easy Catching Apple jacks When I grab my punch off the site I'm attacking Saks Driving off the Wock' wasn't smart I done crashed the Scat We'll send him to the moon The chop came with NASA blast Punching up a card Told my bitch keep the door close You got that one whip That bitch don't even got no sports mode He thought he caught me slipping Whole time I had the torch though Another four pore F*ck around and get my snore on We in this bitch busting down Keep the door closed Hit a nigga block, hundred shots It's for closure we don't know you Tryna come and shop then I'm getting over Free smoke, inhaling everything You know we keep them blowers Wake up, drop a eight in this pop I hate being sober Quick to grab the chop or the Glock and get shit in motion Them bows in, touching down to 'em Get 'em straight from Oakland Them hoes in, just to f*ck this bitch Gotta give up tokens Ayy, if I step foot in Meijer's Then you know I'm giffy grabbing F*ck around, throw the blick to Tron I might have Jimmy wack 'em I can't take the gang to no occasion They get blicky active Born a GOAT, I might be Stan but, bitch I'm Billy actually Took the chop to Dr miami It got some titties on it Only ride with G's in my unit Feel like I'm 50 on 'em Pistol poking through the 'Miri jeans I got the blicky on me Off White with the camouflage I got a ghillie on me huh, yeah