Lyrics Big Fella - Big Scoob

Big Fella

Shit
Don’t tell us we don’t know what the fuck we doing
Hahah
Shout out my OG
Big Scoob, nigga
They ain’t fuckin with this
When I come through stompin in KC
With my dicky suit on, I can show you I’m a big fella
I’m rollin with my
In case you disrespect, big fella
I let my nuts hang, I let my chain hang
Hang my chain from my nuts, let them both swang
Man I still bang
It’s a hood thing
It’s do or die, and I’m a rider for this feald gang
I know I’m old, man
But it’s still in my vanes
I’ll be your rider, suicider, till I meet a flame
Can’t tell me nothing
Big Fella’s untamed
You talkin greezy when we meet, I get to busting
I’m out the gutter, man
I love the gutter lane
Need that butter, look no further, got that butter, man
I bet I won’t sing
Like these suckers, man
No biddniss in this square pitch, tryna shuffle cane
Made and fucked the game
With all this ratting, man
These rap bastards is the reason why I rap again
I guess some good came
I get to mo they brains
Of all these youngings out here funking, we control the game
When I come through stompin in KC
With my dicky suit on, I can show you I’m a big fella
I’m rollin with my
In case you disrespect, big fella
Look forward to the little bitch
Still on that gutter shit
You don’t have to show me, man, I know just what I’m coming with
Heavy like a ton of bricks
Now I’m on some stunner shit
Bricks up out the kitchen, whippin, man, I wanted this
Plus I hit them wonder licks
Back out on some hthunder shit
Hit the dope, grab this doe, he trickin with a thunder bitch
Signed to Strange, they summond this
Told me he was hungry, fed the homie with a ton of chips
Got me back on rapping shit
Still known for snapping quick
Call me Wayne Brady, man, don’t make me have to slap a bitch
Homie I was built for this
Born into this gutter shit
Daddy was a hustler, my mama was his bottom chick
Climbed out the bottom pit
Now I’m at the top of this
Homie this is loanly, I’m heading to the block with this
Told you ain’t no stopping this
Watch me make them rock to this
Travis, I’m a savage, boy, I bet you’ll get your gwop for this
When I come through stompin in KC
With my dicky suit on, I can show you I’m a big fella
I’m rollin with my
In case you disrespect, big fella
Said I come through stomping in my KC
Reppin Killa City in it
Imma show you how to get it
I was raised in the show me state
Shown how to get the cake
When we spent it in the middle
Plus I’m moving state to state
Northern to the southern states
Bet they say Big Fella straight
Nebrasca used to feed they face
Kanzis used to break the case
Up and down the interstate
Hustling niggas all relate
29 and 35, back and fourth to paper chace
That’s the way I run my race
Heaven sent for heaven sake
Made it through and now I’m straight
Had the ways to fill my plate
Better days, make no mistake
I’m still hungry for the cake
Hustler in me, can’t escape
Born and raised to paper chace
Music sails gon hold the case
So Monsterifik gon be great
Breaking records out the gate
Greatness I anticipate
Now the faded escolate
Something that you can’t equate
Knees shaking, make you quake
Then I set you suckers straight
When I come through stompin in KC
With my dicky suit on, I can show you I’m a big fella
I’m rollin with my
In case you disrespect, big fella