Biggs Out
    (专辑: Shitty Bronx - 2020)
    
    [G.T.:]  Ayy, yeah, come on (I just walked in too, nigga)  It's G.T., 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   [The Godfather:]  On the 
East I 
just caught a 
play, where the 
fuck is G.T.?  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   [BabyTron:]  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, fuck around and get my snore on   [BandGang Biggs:]  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 fuck this bitch, gotta give up tokens   [StanWill:]  Ayy, if I 
step foot in Meijer's then you know I'm giffy grabbing  Fuck 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