Key Glock - Biig Boyy! lyrics
[Key Glock - Biig Boyy! lyrics]
Yeah
Uh, big boy shit (Big boy shit) , yeah (yeah)
Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist
(Big boy wrist) , yeah
I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in
(Gettin' it in) , yeah
Gettin' in and out the Cullinan (Skrrt)
Bitch, I'm not like them, nah, dawg
I set trends (I set trends)
Bitch, I just went places 'cause, I can
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, another day, another dollar bill
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I keep on buyin' ice
Ain't got no chill, uh
Baguette Richard Mill, yeah, sick, uh, ill
Yeah bitch, I ball for real, yeah
For real, I got skills, yeah
Mill after mill, bitch, I'm
Ill, that's for real, yeah
This a double R, but I got F's on my wheel
Uh nigga, fuck your deal, I made
Your deal in a year, uh
Cold hearted for real, all
This ice over here, yeah
McLaren hard to steer, please, Jesus
Grab the wheel
Ain't no skeleton in my closet
It's up on my arm, you dig? Uh
I don't fuck with rats or
Snakes, nickles or pigs, uh
Nigga, I got straps on straps
Nigga you dig? Uh
And I'm gettin' them racks on racks, nigga
You dig? Uh
And them nuthin' but facts on facts, nigga
You dig? (yeah)
Uh, big boy shit (Big boy shit) , yeah (yeah)
Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist
(Big boy wrist) , yeah
I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in
(Gettin' it in) , yeah
Gettin' in and out the Cullinan, yeah
I was born to win ever since the beginning
Yeah i was makin' money I wasn't
Tryin' to make no friends, yeah
Self made lil' nigga, yeah, I
Had to get it in, uh
Mama was locked up and Granny
Really didn't have shit, nah
Me and pops didn't get along, but
Rest in peace to him, yeah
I ain't have no father figure
Nigga, I had figures, yeah
I'm a King Leo, nigga, might
Name my son Simba, uh
I remember makin' wishes, now
Everyday Christmas, yeah, yeah
Uh (yeah) , big boy shit (Big boy shit) , yeah (yeah)
Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist
(Big boy wrist) , yeah
I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in
(Gettin' it in) , yeah
Gettin' in and out that Cullinan (Skrrt)
Bitch, I'm not like them, nah, dawg
I set trends (yeah, I did that)
Bitch, I just went places 'cause, I can
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, another day, another dollar bill
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I keep on buyin' ice
Ain't got no chill, uh
(yeah, yeah)
Uh, big boy shit (Big boy shit) , yeah (yeah)
Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist
(Big boy wrist) , yeah
I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in
(Gettin' it in) , yeah
Gettin' in and out the Cullinan (Skrrt)
Bitch, I'm not like them, nah, dawg
I set trends (I set trends)
Bitch, I just went places 'cause, I can
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, another day, another dollar bill
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I keep on buyin' ice
Ain't got no chill, uh
Baguette Richard Mill, yeah, sick, uh, ill
Yeah bitch, I ball for real, yeah
For real, I got skills, yeah
Mill after mill, bitch, I'm
Ill, that's for real, yeah
This a double R, but I got F's on my wheel
Uh nigga, fuck your deal, I made
Your deal in a year, uh
Cold hearted for real, all
This ice over here, yeah
McLaren hard to steer, please, Jesus
Grab the wheel
Ain't no skeleton in my closet
It's up on my arm, you dig? Uh
I don't fuck with rats or
Snakes, nickles or pigs, uh
Nigga, I got straps on straps
Nigga you dig? Uh
And I'm gettin' them racks on racks, nigga
You dig? Uh
And them nuthin' but facts on facts, nigga
You dig? (yeah)
Uh, big boy shit (Big boy shit) , yeah (yeah)
Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist
(Big boy wrist) , yeah
I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in
(Gettin' it in) , yeah
Gettin' in and out the Cullinan, yeah
I was born to win ever since the beginning
Yeah i was makin' money I wasn't
Tryin' to make no friends, yeah
Self made lil' nigga, yeah, I
Had to get it in, uh
Mama was locked up and Granny
Really didn't have shit, nah
Me and pops didn't get along, but
Rest in peace to him, yeah
I ain't have no father figure
Nigga, I had figures, yeah
I'm a King Leo, nigga, might
Name my son Simba, uh
I remember makin' wishes, now
Everyday Christmas, yeah, yeah
Uh (yeah) , big boy shit (Big boy shit) , yeah (yeah)
Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist
(Big boy wrist) , yeah
I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in
(Gettin' it in) , yeah
Gettin' in and out that Cullinan (Skrrt)
Bitch, I'm not like them, nah, dawg
I set trends (yeah, I did that)
Bitch, I just went places 'cause, I can
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, another day, another dollar bill
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I keep on buyin' ice
Ain't got no chill, uh
(yeah, yeah)