Hot thang chubby chasing

She been at me for days

Fresh white T

Cuban siting on it just hang

We bully ball rappers

Move em out of the way

Big Guy

They was screaming at the front of the stage

Fur coats in the summer

With the Ewing’s to match

My bitch hella pretty

With a fat ass attach

Young niggas living greedy

Need to feed us respect

My people right here with me

And they quick to attack

Tell me what do I lack

Why we misunderstood

Young ruler of the mill

I run my city good

Young nigga bring the feels

My music always good

Big guy 3

We doing as we should

Don’t let yo ego be the reason

That you fall

Cause when you down tell me

Who you finna call

Spending racks I worked my hole life

Just to ball

This shit I got on you can’t

Find it at no mall

I got a bad little baby she bad

But she good to me

I got some racks

Little baby i get it

Like it grow on trees

Oooh

She ain’t use

To this lifestyle

Been messing round

With them lame niggas

Might spit a lil

Game with you

But I ain’t trying to be

Your main nigga

Im just showing you that

I’m worthwhile

Big Poppin

Be the name babe

Big money

Over these ways

Them other dudes

Just small change

Haters thinking that

It’s cocky shit

Real ones know you that

It’s confidence

To much money

Just to calculate

Broke Shit

I won’t tolerate

Big homie with

The big drip

Catch the eye of

Every thick bitch

And I ain’t here

For that Lip Lip

Unless it’s hers

On my dick tip

Big dawgs

Of the City

Need Keys

To the city

Pulling up in finest

All the goats get seated

Ain’t enough on you side

You can’t do nothing with me

Man you boys lil

Know the big niggas feel me

POPPIN!

Don’t let yo ego be the reason

That you fall

Cause when you down tell me

Who you finna call

Spending racks I worked my hole life

Just to ball

This shit I got on you can’t

Find it at no mall

Got a bad little baby she bad

But she good to me

I got some racks

Little baby i spend it

Like it grow on trees

Oooh