BiC Fizzle - Mr. Bigg (feat. BIG30, Cootie) lyrics
BIG30 [Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.] Memphis, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[BiC Fizzle - Mr. Bigg feat. BIG30, Cootie lyrics]
Mmm, Manny cook that shit up
Ayy, mama, that's my dad
Big Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd
Better not call me Mr bigg, nigga (No)
I can send my young nigga
Fifty or split your wig, nigga (Your throat)
I been puttin' shit up since 2015, on my kid
Nigga (On Ray) posted in the ville with 1K
But we got 'bout ten with us ('Bout eight)
Swear there's 'bout ten cutters
(Blrrrd), five Ks (Blrrrd)
Five Dracs (Five Dracs) he tried to run up
Pussy caught five shots to the face
(Ayy, to the face)
We put shit on the news, FOX 5, gang DOA
(News Gang)
And I keep shots on me in every state
Put that on Grape (On Grape, BiC Fizzle)
Ayy, this ain't no Glock, bitch, this a C
Nigga (C) certified steppers with me
I run with somе wig splitters
(Split your wig) screamin'
"1K", but we got way morе than a kill with us
(Way more than a kill)
Bitch, I'm BiC Fizzle
Ain't no fuckin' Mr bigg
(Ain't no fuckin' Mr bigg)
We cool on you, I don't want
Smoke, we know the biz, nigga
(Go smoke with your 12)
I throw that young nigga a flag
And make your friend flip 'em
(Ayy, go get 'em) bought some new lumbers
I can't wait soon as the summer season
(Soon as it's hot) dracs and 380s
Lot of mamas cryin' and postin' pictures
(Postin' pictures)
It's just the Cooter, it ain't
Shit to send a blitz, boy
(The Cooter) a lot of shooters
Plus we strapped up with so many guns
(So many guns) no Mr bigg
But my pockets shittin' on Mrs puff
(Mrs puff) gotta be a brave man
You drop your nuts and play with us
(Don't play) drac' can rip your belly
(Your belly)
Don't get sent to Helly (You gone)
I jumped off the porch, one dirty Glock
Two Smith & Wessons (yeah, two)
And been sendin' this white ho off the block
I call her Becky (I love her)
She pay all the bills and
Custom Maseratis I'm whippin' (Damn)
Glock 19 on auto
Whole lot of shooters gon' blitz if I say so
Choppers and AR, lil' bitty Draco
Just poured an eight over thirty in a Faygo
Brrt, ayy, fifty today, have to lay low (Low)
Nothin' 'bout your nigga
Ask God where his face go (Face go)
These bullets big, Mr bigg
(Brrt) , send threat (Brrt)
Then we sendin' a halo (Brrt)
Ayy, shooters gon' shoot when I say so (So)
We 'bout the block all day like a Lego (Lego)
Got a young nigga that's fourteen (Fourteen)
He don't believe in God
He believe in that Draco (That Drac')
Boy, you know it ain't no stoppin' (Stoppin')
He gon' get it done soon the BIG30 say, "Go"
(Blrrrd) 30 ain't doin' no oppin' (No)
Get shit done, nigga know I don't play, ho
Big Blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, mama, that's my dad
Big Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd
Better not call me Mr bigg, nigga (No)
I can send my young nigga
Fifty or split your wig, nigga (Your throat)
I been puttin' shit up since 2015, on my kid
Nigga (On Ray) posted in the ville with 1K
But we got 'bout ten with us ('Bout eight)
Swear there's 'bout ten cutters
(Blrrrd), five Ks (Blrrrd)
Five Dracs (Five Dracs) he tried to run up
Pussy caught five shots to the face
(Ayy, to the face)
We put shit on the news, FOX 5, gang DOA
(News Gang)
And I keep shots on me in every state
Put that on Grape (On Grape, BiC Fizzle)
Ayy, this ain't no Glock, bitch, this a C
Nigga (C) certified steppers with me
I run with somе wig splitters
(Split your wig) screamin'
"1K", but we got way morе than a kill with us
(Way more than a kill)
Bitch, I'm BiC Fizzle
Ain't no fuckin' Mr bigg
(Ain't no fuckin' Mr bigg)
We cool on you, I don't want
Smoke, we know the biz, nigga
(Go smoke with your 12)
I throw that young nigga a flag
And make your friend flip 'em
(Ayy, go get 'em) bought some new lumbers
I can't wait soon as the summer season
(Soon as it's hot) dracs and 380s
Lot of mamas cryin' and postin' pictures
(Postin' pictures)
It's just the Cooter, it ain't
Shit to send a blitz, boy
(The Cooter) a lot of shooters
Plus we strapped up with so many guns
(So many guns) no Mr bigg
But my pockets shittin' on Mrs puff
(Mrs puff) gotta be a brave man
You drop your nuts and play with us
(Don't play) drac' can rip your belly
(Your belly)
Don't get sent to Helly (You gone)
I jumped off the porch, one dirty Glock
Two Smith & Wessons (yeah, two)
And been sendin' this white ho off the block
I call her Becky (I love her)
She pay all the bills and
Custom Maseratis I'm whippin' (Damn)
Glock 19 on auto
Whole lot of shooters gon' blitz if I say so
Choppers and AR, lil' bitty Draco
Just poured an eight over thirty in a Faygo
Brrt, ayy, fifty today, have to lay low (Low)
Nothin' 'bout your nigga
Ask God where his face go (Face go)
These bullets big, Mr bigg
(Brrt) , send threat (Brrt)
Then we sendin' a halo (Brrt)
Ayy, shooters gon' shoot when I say so (So)
We 'bout the block all day like a Lego (Lego)
Got a young nigga that's fourteen (Fourteen)
He don't believe in God
He believe in that Draco (That Drac')
Boy, you know it ain't no stoppin' (Stoppin')
He gon' get it done soon the BIG30 say, "Go"
(Blrrrd) 30 ain't doin' no oppin' (No)
Get shit done, nigga know I don't play, ho
Big Blrrrd, blrrrd