Big Boy (Explicit)

Big Boy (Explicit) - Meek Mill

Lyrics by：Robert Williams/Jordan Holt-May/Nikolas Papamitrou/Nii Noi Tetteh/Jack

Composed by：Robert Williams/Jordan Holt-May/Nikolas Papamitrou/Nii Noi Tetteh/Jack

Yo Nick Papz make it slap

(Brr)

Anybody go against the game is real bad karma with them choppers

You dig

Woah uh

Niggas know who run the city I'm like yeah yeah

Gave my sister platinum AmEx card was just on welfare

My dawg had asked me to bring the AR out and

I'm like hell yeah

Y'all only be poppin' out here to clock 'cause

Y'all know 12 there

Still step on you like twelve stairs I can't take no more

Catch you rappin' snatch him out his juice 'cause

I can't fade no more

Ridin' with some **** R C O D can't even pay no more

You swing on me my dawg attack

That's switch hit it don't spray no more he emptied that

I'm from Philly backdoor we get into that

I would really whack you 'bout

That **** you said on the internet

Richard Millie right here in the trenches

Where we sittin' at

He try cut through the alley and got smoked right

Where the fence is at

They don't know where my mental at

(They don't)

I think niggas think it's sweet 'cause

I've been givin' back

Called cuzzo take them rentals back

Yeah we them niggas that been poppin' all

That big boy ****

Brand new AP on my wrist know

That's a big boy brick

Hundred rounds from out that chopper

This a big boy stick yeah

(Brr)

Who wanna go to war

Show way too much love to all these niggas

I can't even show no more

Put this ***** on seventeen PJ's

That ain't your ho' no more

Send the blitz' them killers come with that switch

So they can't blow no more

Brr blow it yeah

Lately I been like **** niggas

(For what)

'Cause I don't trust niggas

Cut 'em off I don't **** with 'em

Must be a **** nigga

Big Phantom in the trenches feel like a truck nigga

I can **** for free but I give her ratchet 'cause

I **** with her

Million dollar jewelry

I ride Louis with my dawgs sweater

She act like a groupie

I get stupid on it one hit

I fear no nigga I'm here four killers

No tellin' how I'm comin'

It might be Cullinan or four wheeler

She ain't tellin' that we ****

'Cause she can tell that I got more *******

More Glocks more switches

Trappin' off of four listings

Yeah and these niggas don't want no war with us

Posted up in them trenches

I got that chop' right by the store with us

I get to lockin' in like

I went broke when I need more millions

More money more killers **** just make me more vicious

I flew her out on the one way

Ain't been back 'cause she on tour with us

Yeah we them niggas that been poppin' all

That big boy ****

Brand new AP on my wrist

Know that's a big boy brick

Hundred rounds for my dad chopper

This a big boy stick

(Brr)

Show way too much love to all these niggas

I can't even show no more

Put this ***** on seventeen PJ's

That ain't your ho' no more

Send the blitz' them killers come with that switch

So they can't blow no more

Brr blow it yeah