"Big Shy (Outro)" lyrics
Let's get this straight now—
I never fucked anybody over in my life, didn't have a [?], you got that? (OK)
All I have in this world is my boss and my word, and I don't break them for [?]
Ayy, I'm going up, nigga—no escalator (Ayy)
Your girl really don't talk, this shit don't stop
I'm steady going up like elevators (No cap)
This shit like [?], they want the music now; I don't want a [?]
Bitches talking shit, meanwhile, I'm popping bottles
Ayy, bitch, I be the moneymaker
Bitch, I feel like Undertaker
And bitch, I ain't no killer, but don't push me—
You can meet your maker (Ayy)
These bitches is my sons, mane—
And I ain't even from Jamaica
And don't make me get my gun, mane—
[?] (Ayy, ayy)
Hold on, I'll be right back
Bitches mad I won't type back
You say you gonna do what to who?
Chill out, hoe, you ain't even like that
I done burnt so many bitches—must be fertile
You down in Miami, but what you know about that [?]?
Ayy, I be peeping game
If you want something green and slow, get you a fucking turtle
And I don't play no games—
I jump on the beat like I'm doing hurdles
Ain't no cappin' in my rap—
I'm hard as fuck; they like, "How dare she?"
All that wolfing 'bout what you gon' do to a bitch—
That shit don't scare me
Ayy, and bitch, I'm living like Larry
I'm posting up in the cut with twin—
Bitch, we like Tom and Jerry (Ayy)
I feel bad for the next hoe that try—
I'm [?] bitch-smack-a-tooth, man, call me the Tooth Fairy. (Ayy)
I want bitches to talk all that shit to my face—
But you know these bitches too scary (Ayy)
And these bitches know better (Know better)
You hating while I'm getting more cheddar (More cheddar)
And if you make a scene, I'ma put on a show—
Bitch, just like it's Coachella (Coachella)
Yeah, I'm a boss, bitch—
I'm back on boss shit
The fans telling me to show my soft side
But I ain't with that soft shit (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, man)
My voice going away—
Bitch, I'm in the booth rapping my ass off (Damn)
Bitches be like, "No filter, bitch"—
But you forgot to wipe the mask off
I heard bitches broke through the grapevine
On the hatin' bitch, I won't waste time
Man, these bitches ain't street for real—
Only thing street is your teeth throwing gang signs (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Bitch, and free my niggas out the pen
I rip the mic up on the block—
Shit, I'ma have to spin a bin
Big shot done did it again (Ayy)
You a hatin' hoe—that's a sin
I miss my designer—I'm too different
I was put on the bench, lost my motherfuckin' top—
Bitch, it only took two minutes
(Two fucking minutes, bitch—stop playin' with me, hoe. Yeah, bitch, I'm back.)
I never fucked anybody over in my life, didn't have a [?], you got that? (OK)
All I have in this world is my boss and my word, and I don't break them for [?]
Ayy, I'm going up, nigga—no escalator (Ayy)
Your girl really don't talk, this shit don't stop
I'm steady going up like elevators (No cap)
This shit like [?], they want the music now; I don't want a [?]
Bitches talking shit, meanwhile, I'm popping bottles
Ayy, bitch, I be the moneymaker
Bitch, I feel like Undertaker
And bitch, I ain't no killer, but don't push me—
You can meet your maker (Ayy)
These bitches is my sons, mane—
And I ain't even from Jamaica
And don't make me get my gun, mane—
[?] (Ayy, ayy)
Hold on, I'll be right back
Bitches mad I won't type back
You say you gonna do what to who?
Chill out, hoe, you ain't even like that
I done burnt so many bitches—must be fertile
You down in Miami, but what you know about that [?]?
Ayy, I be peeping game
If you want something green and slow, get you a fucking turtle
And I don't play no games—
I jump on the beat like I'm doing hurdles
Ain't no cappin' in my rap—
I'm hard as fuck; they like, "How dare she?"
All that wolfing 'bout what you gon' do to a bitch—
That shit don't scare me
Ayy, and bitch, I'm living like Larry
I'm posting up in the cut with twin—
Bitch, we like Tom and Jerry (Ayy)
I feel bad for the next hoe that try—
I'm [?] bitch-smack-a-tooth, man, call me the Tooth Fairy. (Ayy)
I want bitches to talk all that shit to my face—
But you know these bitches too scary (Ayy)
And these bitches know better (Know better)
You hating while I'm getting more cheddar (More cheddar)
And if you make a scene, I'ma put on a show—
Bitch, just like it's Coachella (Coachella)
Yeah, I'm a boss, bitch—
I'm back on boss shit
The fans telling me to show my soft side
But I ain't with that soft shit (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, man)
My voice going away—
Bitch, I'm in the booth rapping my ass off (Damn)
Bitches be like, "No filter, bitch"—
But you forgot to wipe the mask off
I heard bitches broke through the grapevine
On the hatin' bitch, I won't waste time
Man, these bitches ain't street for real—
Only thing street is your teeth throwing gang signs (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Bitch, and free my niggas out the pen
I rip the mic up on the block—
Shit, I'ma have to spin a bin
Big shot done did it again (Ayy)
You a hatin' hoe—that's a sin
I miss my designer—I'm too different
I was put on the bench, lost my motherfuckin' top—
Bitch, it only took two minutes
(Two fucking minutes, bitch—stop playin' with me, hoe. Yeah, bitch, I'm back.)
