Boldy James, The Alchemist, Meyhem Lauren - Big Syke lyrics

Uh
You might've just seen me shirtless on Rodeo
Heavy luggage tan skin
Beard glistening stomach full

Currently in hot pursuit to
Purchase colorful silk
Word to mommy, any trouble, I'm built (Uh)
Thugs love projections
Invisible drug connections
Shave it to a sliver to serve
And shred it in sections (Uh)
Me and crime have separation anxiety
Then I chose to delve back in
I had to buy a V (I had to)
Like "Fuck it, I'm floored"
I'm 'bout to cop this M7, I'm bored
Probably hide it in a lot, then
Drive around in a Ford, i'm sick
I'd be lying if I said I'm mature
I'm worse than ever, immersеd in leather
Fall in love for a sеcond
Then I burst with pleasure
Tell shorty, "Fix your hair
Get yourself together, we gotta go"
(Hurry up) 'Cause I'm always on a mission
Looking like a jewelry box
That's going fishing

Anything else is just like a dream
Still living

Big ol' guns, we coming just like Big Syke
(Grrt) type of nigga get to dumping
If I lose a fistfight (Uh)
Wrist bright, finna drop a four
Pour up a big Sprite (What up?)
RIP my nigga Soda, free that nigga Midnight
(Uh, huh) flew back to Detroit
Had to get my connect right
Made it to the port too late
Missed my connect flight
(Where we at with it?)
So far ahead of my time, I'm on my next life
Told all my niggas
"We gon' get money long as them bricks white"
('Caine) fifty-six nights, vision cloudy
Did a pinch of molly
Sitting in this Audi, getting drowsy
Sipped a six of Quali'
Twistin' big Gelatis, kush Biscotti
Cookie Crisp from Cali
Rented out the big beach house
Partyin' in Maui
Money counter sitting on the counter
'bows from Humboldt County
Hunnid twenty thousand, told her
"Meet me at the Hungry Howie's"
Fresh up out the county
Kept it solid, nigga, ask about me
Clear your tab, run off with my bag
They on your ass about it where we at?