Lil Yo need some weed so I'm beeping they Newton
Game done got throwed can't knock boys tootin'
Bumper just fell
Hit the Tidwell
I done left my 5th swanger on the way there
Reclined it too low
It sparked and it broke
Started up my car with my wood grain remote
I'm thinkin' goin' gold
Or maybe even platinum
Can't forget them boys that's hustlin' off that [?]
And the Harley boy
Throwing up the nickel
Syrup in my sprite
Mince in my pickle
It's Lil Mario puttin' it down out the shaker
Straight plate breaker I said I'mma fuckin' lake 'em
Hollain' at the ward
Hollain' at the 'stead
Can't forget that Cory cuz that boy done went fed
Went for the quarter
Bought a 4 quarter
Got me a dopehouse way down in Florida
I done just towed
I done got blow
I done swung backwards riding down [?] Road
Could it be may
Or could it be December
[?]
Sippin' syrup with the [?]
In the Studewood Garden City hittin' hard like you know the brick should
A stage show with Michael
Or could it be Prince
I done fuck ho with Versace condoms on my dick
No need for hate
No need for whispers
In my damn mouth I got baguettes and crystals
It's Lil Mario I done sip me a 4
Off that damn block it's that Lil Bobo
And that boy Todd
Went gone and came home
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Robelly and Lil Worry on lock in the slammer
Pimpin' me a dancer I'm tourin' Alabama
Haters be testin'
Got my Smith n Wesson
Northside done represent it at Club Connections
In the [?] out the sky I be drape
No love for niggas that's bootleggin' tapes
I done play golf
Bought me a house
Boys try to compete 1-on-1 and they lost
Trunks be dancing
Never romancing
I got a collect call from Charles Manson
He told me 'bout the murders
I told him 'bout the chrome
I told him that we 'bout it bout'it out the Acres Home
I can't forget the Psycho and the Dun Dun
Boys on lock but off the 96-0-1
And the J Why and the Lil Peeper
And Pamela Anderson just hit me on my beeper
What about the Gayren and my kinfolk Rolly
I done tripped 'em out with a marble blue Harley
What about the Lil Harvey and the boy Finelle
I done made my 5th spin roll rotate and twirl
What about my mamma
She done got pearls
I done came down with the [?]
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Could'a been a Falcon
Maybe a Bronco
But I told to run the streets and flip a red fo'do'
Crawlin' on buck
I'm talkin' 'bout butter
I'mma grab the mic hell naw I won't stutter
Pop up on your mother
Maybe even your sister
I'mma come through I'm the mister drank sipper
Like that boy Slim
That's that boy Thug
I done created me a lurky street drug
And sold it over seas
Might climb my tree
I'mma come lookin' good crawlin' on 3
With a T.V. Big Pic is the G
I'mma come through
My trunk is poppy
It's gon' gape
Boys gon' hate
1-on-1 with the Pic is no escape
Call your damn lawyer
Call a damn judge
I done came down I done had me a garage
All imitators
That dub tapes
I'mma come through maybe dripped up and draped
It's the Big Pic
I can throw hands
I done came down I done made bumpers dance
Made 'em just creak
Made 'em just fall
I done created me a northside mall
On south hall and seen Archie Lee
I'mma come through that's the Homestead G
That's my partner
Wussup Terence B
I'mma come through
Sippin' kiwi
I'm talkin' 'bout drank
That's promethazine
Where is my goggles cuz I flipped my submarine
Got Versace shades on top of my head
Never been scared
Wussup Big Redd
Wussup 5000
I'm talkin' 'bout Watts
I could just chop
Up the damn block
Shit won't stop
And it won't quit
I done got throwed drag my damn kit
Up and down the street
Then I blew a sweet
Nigga just run cuz don't try to compete
Better just duck cuz I don't give a shit
I'mma come through movin' fast yep quick
I had to just go in the striped polo
I done just broke glass at Stop N Go
On the damn 'bank
Then charged it to the visa
I done created me a naked Mona Lisa
Painted me a picture
Like Picasso
It's the Big Pic hell naw I'm no ho
I might break 'em off
Break the damn mic
I done 3 wheeled backwards towards that Ike
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Sippin' codeine
It's the Big Pic and I might sip the lean
It a'int no dream
It's reality
I'mma come through 1-2 maybe 3
4-5 or 6
It's the Big Pic
I done came through man

Sippin' syrup out the phone
Paper hot in the morn'
Like that boy Dundee sportin' gator when I'm huntin'
Got keys on my closet fallin' off the racks
Stayin' focused on my dreams not on a hoochie dirty cat
Now I'm chillin' makin' a killin'
Straight from the man
I want a million off my tapes
No more pot and pan
Be with my dogs gettin' rowdy
Pumpin' up the crowd whole room gettin' cloudy big ballin' with my boys hands up
Diamonds glare
On the air
They hatin' don't want us to look but they eyes are there
Nothin' but killas in my clique
When we clique we click we kill
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I want my paper not a lil'
Stayin' real can't be fakin' when I'm quakin' my trunk
All boppers gon' be boppin' when my [?]
Won't be no dough boy
No ho boy
[?] do's open
See me floatin' marble tub when you ring
That's for real
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Won't be in my system
Paper pie
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AG for life


Do I want dis
Or the elbow
Wouldnt give a damn as long as its a fo do
with a big engine
i mean a big motor
i done came down i done swung through dakota
hittin nebraksa
swung through alaska
its the big tike baby mama call me master
like the archie lee
yep thats my partner
i done came down in a candy blue droppa
man im going fed
about to grow braids
imma come through mayne im wet like a wave
my minds just drippin
my glocks just skippin
me and halle berre then went skinny dippin
went what twice
syrup in my slice
let me come through man i might be the bise
that's the m bison
that's the damn boy
i could pop trunk eatin on an almond joy
maybe reeses piece
past wore the crease
i used to wear nike i used to wear the damn elise
now i'm coming down in the loreon
big fucking foreign
i done got a movie got a porn and im starring
looking at you funny
got a yella bunny
gots to mix the syrup with my motherfuckin honey
got a polluted sprite
yep its big tike
i could grip the grain or i could grip the mic
maybe solid gold
imma get swole
imma come through i might run through 4 ho
might run it fast
34 blast
told the white folks to go and kiss my black ass
wouldnt give a damn as im smashing
got me a booga and the glock im just blasting
blasting on the frauds
blasting on the broad
niggas call me tike still call me p minard
hit the damn club
hit the bass city
got a yella bone sucking dick she looking pretty
man i dont play
gots to blaze hay
imma come through where that boy 3-30 what dre
yep thats my partner
he on that damn crane
i done came down i got a fro on my brain
wouldnt give a shit cuz im allergic to the clipper
imma come through hoes lickin on my zipper
lickin on my bone
lickin on my dick
i got a partner named blyndcyde and the pick
wussup archie lee and that boy michael watts
lil yo came in a what lac drop
with the top up
man im popped up
imma come through my cousin name is big tuck
hit that damn [?]
grippin on the grain
imma pop trunk i got a candy red plane
tinted blue train
headed up to spain
let me come through i got a big wood grain
thats the damn grant
ballin in my slant
i could crawl on swangers like some damn ants on the ground
might smoke a pound
i done come down i done popped my surround
watch that boy clown
gots to stay heavy
i hit the ho like the damn [?]
wouldnt give a shit
draggin my kit
i could wave my shit and i could man