Big Timing (feat. $peedyyy)

I'm pulling up I'm the shooter man Left his ass stanking in the trunk like the sewer man They be coming at $peedyyy greedy like I won't shoot the man It's dirty dan, gruncle stan, who the real party man I pulled up stinging like Akeelah on the Bee Two shots make it easy, the free throw with the demon I be really sliding to the neck with these killers Niggas talking high tech but them niggas ain't no gorillas Came from the slums with dope boys and bums And niggas talking bout the money but they don't never get none We be in the Benz truck masked up like some nuns Whole team on the run, running streaks on these corners Coke white air forces it's a hell of a drug Praise to my momma raised a hell of a thug Couple bottles of that clasé I'm feeling high class And the bitch know I'm popping I ain't gotta raise a glass I do this in my sleep like I'm falling on my ass 3 Gold Cuban links like a Cuban on her rag Broke the Jesus piece but it's cool I bought it back Niggas chains 200 mine cost a couple racks My credit over 730 you ain't doing none of that Damn playboy, I know you under that But enough about the bag talk I'm moving in silence I'm only focused on progression give a f*ck about violence On this money marathon give a f*ck about mileage And I educate myself give a f*ck about college No L's I take lessons cause it's all about knowledge I been on go since a baby and I still ain't stopping Been on shows since a baby and you still be watching Grown men with fake jewelry niggas still be flopping Big timing, bitch I'm big timing Please excuse the fit because it's turning up the climate I'm on these niggas necks like I got them in a headlock I ain't even trynna press I'm knocking heads off like a dreadlock Off white blazers only got them cause it's dead stock F*ck it I'm a sinner having babies out of wedlock My niggas shooters we don't do no paper trails Zip it up and then i put it in the mail Gas the tank then we pulling up to shells Bring the heat finna give a nigga hell Who said we ain't made it up from scales Like i ain't got some shooters waiting in the dales Say he want smoke we send his wishes up the well Free my brother and they niggas out on bail My girl a shooter I just hope her shit don't jam on me Sorry about the parade you know I gotta couple bands on me My nigga tripping before you can even put yo hands on me Make a couple Ty and Kenny bitches dance on me Make a couple friendly bitches take the pants off me One up top and pop em I just pray his blood don't land on me My bitch a real one she was bout to take the stand for me Niggas hate because my brother did his mans dirty King I heard a nigga want a feature run it up I need a hundred if a nigga tryna come with us Actin like he gang the type of shit to get him touched If he was paid for all that cap he'd be a hundred up You niggas losing 40 percent looking dumb as f*ck Always on the metro bus that is not fun And niggas bust for EDD that is not funds Cause ima pull a nigga card don't give no fucks Got the blower in the studio I'm feeling hot Nigga talk like he a king pin but I know he not Niggas trynna ball a season don't even stir a pot Big timing, bitch I'm big timing Please excuse the fit because it's fucking up the climate I'm on these niggas necks just like I got them in a headlock I ain't even trynna press I'm knocking heads off like a dreadlock Off white blazers only got them cause it's dead stock F*ck it I'm a sinner having babies out of wedlock