[Intro]

More Biggavell (Yeah)

Why not?

Wavey Crockett

[Verse 1]

Nigga, I put some hollows in your dome

Sour got me‚ plus this bottle of that Patrón

Nigga‚ lower your tone when you speak to the Boss Don Biggavell

You ain't never clap nothin'‚ you ain't never been in jail

Nigga can't come through, even for his Auntie

Ima sink your rowboat, we can get raunchy‚ promptly

Your flow is like sittin' on the choo-train

My flow is like a Benz in the cruise lane

Fresh from the fitted to the shoestrings

Fuck a nigga mood swings, I'm showin' 'em new things

New waves, new offerings

New black suits‚ new funeral coffins

Yeah, you niggas better honor me

Trunk got the weaponry, closet like the armory

Never let you weak niggas bother me, fuckin' right!

No more Mr. nice guy, now it's time to up the price

On the block late up at night

They greet me when I'm here, appreciating' the air (Yeah)

Yeah, I'm appreciating' the fear that I plant in you bitches' hearts

Baby, I ain't even start

[Chorus]

You a gangsta, gangsta (Gangsta)

When you ain't by yourself (When you ain't by yourself)

But you a wanksta, wanksta (Wangsta)

And you won't pop off 'cause you need some help

You ain't thuggin', thuggin' (Thuggin')

And you ain't no G (You ain't no G)

You just a bitchass nigga

You better run when you see me, see me (Oww)