"Big" lyrics

Hmm, uh-huh
(Hit-Boy)
Mm, mm (Uh-huh)
Bitch
Man (Let's go)
This life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
I'm sick and tired of these hatin' ass niggas, though
Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, man, shit
Fuck nigga (Uh, yeah)

I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I'm feelin' like I am the best
I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee, but I still got a TEC, Kel-Tec
Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar, listenin' to Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah (Uh)
I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay

If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand, get them features out my face
Fifty K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate
I got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his brakes
I ain't Lil Pump, but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane
Hit a lil' bitch like, "Burr" (Huh), why she so insecure? (Uh)
Who got the pills in here? (Huh) How do you live in here? (Uh)
I got my crib here (Uh), havin' some kids here (Huh)
I do it big, yeah (Huh), big, big, yeah (Huh)
I do it big, yeah (Huh), big, big, yeah (Let's go)
She saw me in the club (Uh), how did you get in here? (Uh-uh)
Fuck is you doin' here? (Let's go) Why is you shootin' here? (Let's go)
Doin' it big, yeah (Uh-huh), big, big, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
Doin' it big, yeah (Uh-huh), big, big, yeah (Oh-ayy)
Yeah, away, away, away, away, away (Okay)
You want bullshit, they'll hit you with that olé (Grra, grra, grra)
Chip on my shoulder, I gotta prove myself, no Lays (Let's go)
Even when I stand up and hit it from the back, I'ma still get laid (Smash, smash, smash, smash)
That bitch a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed, uh (Smash, smash, smash, smash)
I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let's get it, let's go, let's go, yeah)
Chicago shit (Yeah), Chicago nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' on a Philadelphia bitch, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm super rich (Uh), I could pay your rent (Uh), Rollie doesn't tick (Uh)
Chopper with the tints (Uh), pull up with the tints (Uh, uh), clip is extended
Never gave a fuck (Uh), never gave a shit (Uh), only gettin' rich (Uh, uh)
Live how I live (Uh), forgive and forget (Uh), man, I don't forget shit
You don't know when to stand
You got it bad, man, come in, oh
Oh, baby, come in
Man, I don't forget shit (Uh)
Uh, yeah

I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I'm feelin' like I am the best
I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest (Let's go)
I never been a referee, but I still got a TEC (Uh), Kel-Tec (Uh-uh)
Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest (Let's go, yeah)
Rockstar, listening to Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah (Uh-huh, uh)
Uh, I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah