Murs, Ab-Soul - Big Pay Back lyrics

Before I exit out this motherfucker
Bet you know my name
I'm into Swisher Sweets and
Five dollar champagne
You should join my campaign before
I lose my damn brain
I'm chasing the wind and I don't
Know if I'm losing or winning
Damn shame, shit, I ain't complaining
It's no limit's nigga
It's only entertainment
So I'm in the Bugatti and got the burner too
Right place, right time, I'll murder you
Huh, I finally did it
What's the use in being witty
Ain't nobody with it
I'd rather sticky my woody in a wonder woman
So good I might never want another woman
But I'mma always want another woman
Real nigga to the core my dude
Straight from the liquor store from
Getting more sippy from me
And my recipients 'til we stumble
To the floor my dude
Straight off top, TDE till 3003
No scratch that
I can't calculate that exact
My downfall will probably never
Be an incident though use your mind
Don't just listen to the instrumental
Read the signs before you end up
In a pile of shit you probably did
The least you can do is crack a window
You smell that? And if I
Catch him taking a nap, i tell him that

I hope it hit you like a
Bus done run up ito ya
I'm only fucking with ya
I know it's nothing to ya
What I gotta make is something to ya
Slept on us long enough
You got it coming to ya

See me I'm from the mid
Don't fuck with the kid heavy artillery
This long will split your wig
Put your fitted on the curb, you know
Rip your lid
Brains on the sidewalks you know what it is
That is i got that strict mentality
Razorblade in my mouth, bitch wanna battle me
Huh? I slice this bitch up, I ain't playing
Snare need stitches from the
Words that I'm saying
Name my badem, Repping LA'n
Tattoo's showing
Mean muggin' at the way in
Smack you with a bottle that I
Picked up on the way in
And them niggas that rolling with you only
With you cause you pay 'em
And real niggas don't get extorted
We call for the mother ship, then we board it
That mean we fly how we wanna fly
Me and Ab coming for you
Better go run and hide, bitch

I hope it hit you like a
Bus done run up ito ya
I'm only fucking with ya
I know it's nothing to ya
What I gotta make is something to ya
Slept on us long enough
You got it coming to ya

Look, I'm really sick, you need to quit
Like quiet without the E
Supplying the D man's
Sometimes it gets deep man
You will die in the deep end
Surviving to see it
And I'mma be here, the bible is re-writ
HiiiPower, you can yell it
But make sure it's three i's
When you spell it
I'm at the bottom of the barrel
Let them niggas tell it
I might have to put the
Barrel to a niggas melon
Pull up on a few hoes in the new McLaren
Back to the condo, condom broke
Now I'm apparent
Still smiling in the mirror
Nigga here to think
Everybody got it coming to 'em, even me
You only reap what you sow
You only get what you knit
My garden's grown
And I'm about to throw a fit