INTRO BIG 21

Bro this Nigga can't rap Man how you know that? He be rapping all slow and shit He not gonna come up Man you tripping' He just making music for the f*ck of it Bro you tripping, Like real talk He can't rap for shit I promise She get nasty but I ain't disgusted They tryna sign me for 2 mil I want 5 mil let's discuss it No running back but wen I get to the money I'm rushing Get to the cream no Russian I had a dollar and dream I ain't trust it Stop whining nigga shut up In da bed wit a fine hoe wit no make up But me and the money never gonna break up Can't trust her sometimes I feel like it's a setup Shit He not gonna come up How you know that He not gonna come up Shut the f*ck up But she's sucking my dick while I'm eating breakfast She grabbing my necklace I got racks in my jeans no tennis Big Baller I'm strapped up in Texas 2 Glocks and 5 ARs s in a Lexus White hoe name Alexis Pull up and I'm flexing She a groupie she just want to come in my section We throwing bottles I'm fuckin dis model She giving me head in a big body Tahoe Make a play on iPhone I got real killers and they cutthroat No LA but I'm smoking that good dope Bro this Nigga can't rap He be rapping all slow and shit He not gonna come up He just making music for the f*ck of it He can't rap for shit I promise