BigWalkDog - Whole Nother League lyrics

Uh ha
Hey (Pablo crazy for this motherfucker)
Big 111, 1017, man ha ha hey hey hey

Look, you gotta know that I'm
In a whole 'nother league
The pressure been applied 'fore
Dropped "Pushin' P" private NFL suites
I'm at the game with the chief
Ain't no nosebleed seat,  watch that nigga OB
Slow feet don't eat
You too slow in these streets
Cuz said, "No body, no justice, no peace"
Country nigga at the bank
With a modified yeek
House shoes on my feet, long money my receipt
Tell a bank teller, "All blues, no pink"
(Pleasе) in some dope boy twenty
I blow that with my pеople
Never leave the house again if I
Don't go with my heater
Whole truck full of cutters
Got that bitch from Jeepers Creepers (Ha)
Yeah, you gotta spend a M if
You tryna be a nigga
And I can't be fuckin' with you
Damn sure can't see a nigga
Who they gon' check? Nigga
Really see the killers know they upset
I'm fresher than an Easter picture
And I'm the type of nigga
I ain't never in the middle
I'll sleep on the floor 'fore
I talk into pillows junior one years old and
He million dollar nigga
Hey, if you get the picture
(Hey) , it won't be an issue
Wonder when you gone
Do they love you? Do they miss you?
Mama, black dress, black shades, white tissue
Killer masked up, Max Payne, two pistols
And he pop jiggas, and he pop niggas
How he gon' lose if he got a Glock with him?
Real go-getter, wrong gang, right nigga
Comin' off the hip
He ain't finna fight with you
He don't know Yak, but he will snipe niggas
He don't know Pooh, he a real shiesty nigga
He don't know dude
Better have his pipe with him
He don't know you
Then it's out of sight with you
Up like a kite with you
Gone 'fore the night get here
Damn, and I still wanna know
What you know 'bout it
Say you don't like me, okay, cool
How you gon' go 'bout it?
6K one night, lost four choppers
Cuz in the pen, another strike mean pro model
When they say they need five
Give four dollars
You'd really trip 'cause I ain't
Give you one more dollar
Money bring envy and the diamonds
Bring the ho out her
Stick up in the club when I'm rapping
This my show chopper pussy-ass nigga
They gon' sing like soap opera
Vibin' in Miami like J Shot, got four pockets
I'll be in at the end
Nobody need know 'bout it
Pistol up in both pockets
He ain't even know 'bout it
One was in the head when I bought it
Ain't no cockin' (Ha)

Hey (Ha) , hey
One was in the head when I bought it
Ain't no cockin' (Ha, ha) Big 111