Gigantic
Humongous
(Let the Band Play)
(You know LilJu made it) yes, sir
Yeah, uh, got out of jail and got back to the money (back to the money)
Jail at the bank, finna fuck up 300
Trappin' their pack in the hood, my little niggas, they steppin' and stompin'
Poppin' my shit, yeah, you know how I'm comin' (uh)
Run the big head, run it down in the tunnel
I'm a god in the hood, and they treat me with honor (yes sir!)
Get me a pack and I run it, no fumbles (yes sir!)
Chasing the bitch and I'm catchin' the commas
I'll be get flashed with the plungers
Back up pink and green, Cosmo on one
Triple A, B, serving Bob Malik Gandhi
Dropped out of school, but still good with them numbers
My bitch, you real bad, looking like a Rapunzel
Kill me a rifle, but not a Dihana
Have some dark day, but a light at the end of the tunnel
Kill me, yo, with me, he ready to burn
Nigga, feel froggy, got drinks for you Kermit
School of hot nausea, I had to go earn it
Papa's a nigga, they gave him a sermon
Feed me for nigga but my car a German
I really made it out through my whole journey
Yeah, who the maybe can't do, they be swerving
I need my money, real urgent, call me, I pick it
We on the top like a turban
I'll take a trip out the turban
Send his ass up with the birdies
Not talking money then you know I'm curving
Get me a drop and I send him real urgent
Get me a tub that one hand Michael Irving
Nigga see me and get nervous
Yeah, uh, got out of jail and got back to the money (back to the money)
Jail at the bank, finna fuck up 300
Trappin' their pack in the hood, my little niggas, they steppin' and stompin'
Poppin' my shit, yeah, you know how I'm comin' (uh)
Run the big head, run it down in the tunnel
I'm a god in the hood, and they treat me with honor
Get me a pack and I run it, no fumbles (yes sir!)
Goin' hard, can't call it quits
Bitch, spot grape, now I'm signin' they tits
Tippin' on your little account with the grits
Speakin' on rich niggas, grapin' the mix
Up and the chop on the off, then he glitched
Killing these treasure like damn mucha tick
Y'all a go-try like I dipped it in piss
Play with my gang, you get shot at your shit
Fucked up a check and I got that shit right back
Fucked in the niggas, we come for the top hat
Sooner we spot you, this way you get popped at
Niggas be talking, they really not like that
Popping my swag, yeah, you niggas gon' bite that
Fuck you up on you, you better bring it right back
Pay your bitch up from the best, you can't fight that
Yeah, uh, got out of jail and got back to the money (back to the money)
Jail at the bank, finna fuck up 300
Trappin' their pack in the hood, my little niggas, they steppin' and stompin'
Poppin' my shit, yeah, you know how I'm comin' (uh)
Run the big head, run it down in the tunnel
I'm a god in the hood, and they treat me with honor (yes sir!)
Get me a pack and I run it, no fumbles (run it, no fumbles)
