Big Chair

*Chorus* We had the drop on them niggas and couldn’t even slide, we was fussing bout how we going get there Hate when they blow up my phone when I’m just walking up, piss me off nah I’m making sit there I’m otw Ima call when I get there, I’ma boss Tell’em bring me the big chair Piss me off and I’m going get get ya hit there Block lock figure 4 call me Ric flair Spin around here, you going die around they got fire Them niggas going shoot till it’s down to the wire We shooting together, shit sound like ah Choir They sent me $10k foe I got on the Flyer He got them loads but they not in the dryer Ain’t looking for friends I’m looking for buyers And he got that work, if you looking hire They on the road with that shit in the tires *Chorus* I’m On the way to top I ain’t scared of heights I Ain’t had it at first I went made a life Thought they was trailing me, I spint the block & I hopped out Whoever that was must’ve made a Right I’m in the trenches my gun made me popular AR with the scope the Binocular Bet he start loving that hoe when I hop in her Got her doing new shit Un-Locking her I use to catch all my pops in the front of the yard while the old heads sat on the crate Neighbor smoking them people keep passing, so we in the back with them sticks by the Gate Talking bout rapping & what we going do when we blow, if it’s bull shit we can’t Relate They hit the lights, we ain’t stopping till everything gone, gotta catch me on feet not ah chase They got them bricks like O’Neil She selling pussy it’s no deal, spending my $40 on more pills Swim in that pussy with no gills Joce when the Opps die, we ain’t got no chill We don’t know him cause he ain’t got no kills Can’t be swinging with Cous cause he don’t want get back in the car, I can’t bring him on No Drills We was fussing bout that uping both Wheels *Chorus* We had the drop on them niggas and couldn’t even slide, we was fussing bout how we going get there Hate when they blow up my phone when I’m just walking up, piss me off nah I’m making sit there I’m otw Ima call when I get there, I’ma boss Tell’em bring me the big chair Piss me off and I’m going get get ya hit there Block lock figure 4 call me Ric flair Spin around here, you going die around they got fire Them niggas going shoot till it’s down to the wire We shooting together, shit sound like ah Choir They sent me $10k foe I got on the Flyer He got them loads but they not in the dryer Ain’t looking for friends I’m looking for buyers And he got that work, if you looking hire They on the road with that shit in the tires *Chorus*