JID, J.Cole - BBW lyrics

Oh oh shit, uh oh
Get it right, get tight
Get it right, get tight
Get it right, get tight
Get it right, get tight
Get it right, get tight (yes, come on)
Get it right, get tight (please, hurry)
Get it right, get tight (faster, tell me)
Get it right, get tight (tell me, tell me)
T-, tell me, okay

Tell me what you wan't
What you really really wan't
You ready to get it on
When we ringing along?
I got a bone to pick and i'm picking the bone
A revolution won't be posted for long
Niggas dying to be killed and
Thrown right at home
Trynna hear the people in my ear and my phone
Like, "Me and JID are dropping a song"
It's right here with the album
Now leave me alone
I been a kid on the westside
But a nigga been grown too
Too grown, I tell that bitch
"I don't like your tone"
Two tone, I got the crown, nigga, two iPhones
Eastside got the six, I hot like two horns
And I bring the racks
I ain't gotta rap no more
If I don't want, I ain't coming back, no, no
Keep the strap on your ass
And I'm on your door
And I blast, do the dash like a natural

Big boy woo coming at your door
And puff and humpin' hoes
Big boy woo coming at your door, oh shit, oh
Okay big boy woo coming at your door
And puff and humpin' hoes
Big boy woo coming at your door, oh shit, oh
Okay