Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Baller Brand, artist - Drego
Date of issue: 12.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Baller Brand |
Boy, that bitch ain’t even bad, she decent |
Just turned a faithful ho into a cheater, yeah |
We runnin' through them scales like a Libra |
This chopper rock the boat like Aaliyah, yeah |
Well, I get it, distribute it to my people |
They snorters, they don’t like to fuck with needles |
I’m ridin' 'round with beans like he Sigel |
Doin' dirt got me stripes like Adidas, yeah |
Hell nah, we can’t kick it, this ain’t FIFA |
Run up on me, we’ll bake you like Anita |
Quick to hit a nigga queen like Latifah |
You can’t hide for too long, we gon' meet you, nigga |
Stack this shit up like it’s Legos |
I don’t fuck with dawg because he pay low |
Do I need to say more? |
Quick to drop dirty shit in the Faygo |
Hit up LA to Bay, last stop Diego |
I’m out of here, nigga |
I keep a pistol for you punks |
I’m that ShredGang nigga that’ll hit a nigga up |
Yeah, it’s plastic on this bitch, but if I hit you, then you done |
I don’t sell another song, I’ma get it off this gun |
Bitch, I’m the one, I thought you broke hoes knew that |
Have a bitch stompin' like she trainin' out for boot camp |
Break a bitch then tell her nigga I’m the new champ |
Ain’t really want the bitch, I just broke the ho for a few bands |
Take a plane and go and get it out a ho |
If the bitch start playin' games, get the cash, then I’m gone |
Hit the Bay, get some packs, drop the packages on bro |
He ain’t gon' hit my line 'til the packages is gone |
Fitness class the way we runnin' through them pounds |
Niggas really ain’t on shit, they just be runnin' at the mouth |
'Til we get them whereabouts, then we runnin' in his house |
Tryna dodge all these bullets, you’ll be runnin' for some miles |
Pussy ass nigga |
She said stop drinkin' that lean, tryna pour out my pop |
It’s 'bout thirty, forty, sixty shots comin' out this chop |
I can cook it, split on spot, you can get right now |
She say she want that 2019 Saint Laurent |
You know we still slappin', it’s 'bout a hundred spots |
I got 'bout three hundred blues, I can’t move right now |
Goddamn, the landlord, he tryna move us out |
If you got a problem with me, we can shoot it out |
If we catch you on the East, then we gon' stretch you |
I just took her to the K, she think she special |
Captain Save-a-Ho, you comin' to these hoes' rescue |
Sellin' dog by the grams, I ain’t givin' out no testers |
We was down bad 'til we opened up the presser |
He pull up on that tip and he gon' leave out on a stretcher |
Plug just called, I can take off any second |
Reach for some ice, we gon' send him to the reverend |
Ayy, I got this wingman that shoot it like Trevor Ariza |
They said your work wasn’t good, they said it was decent |
We got the bud, the beans, the blow if you need it |
It’s the Big Baller Brand, I grind with my people |
Goddamn, forgot the drank, gotta bump with my people |
I can teach you the ropes, Laylah Ali you |
Man, I wake up, talk to my Glock, «I love you, I need you» |
I run it up fast, just like a Demon |
We must be talkin' 'bout some girl, the only bitch I’m needin' |
I can triple up your bag, yeah I’m Wolf Streetin' |
He flexin' with his man bag, I heard he wasn’t eatin' |
I can make him do a hit for no reason |