PGF Nuk - Got Bigger lyrics
[PGF Nuk - Got Bigger lyrics]
Sco' uh
Sco'
Uh, I be wit' some real deals
Told my shorty
"Go and shoot" I bet he go do it
Told lil' shorty
"Go up on that mission" he
Ain't go through it
I be wit' some real killas
I be wit' some real deals
Strip 'em like a stripper
Where that shit at? Why you drop the lo', I
Swear we finna' kill 'em
Where that bitch at?
Uh, we don't trust niggas
You can't hang around
Do a wrestlin' move, WWE, pin 'em down
Uh, put his ass down
Hid him in the dirt
We gon' have this conversation cut
Short like a skirt
We slide on opps like a 9-5
It's time to go to work
I got a 30, foe'nem got a
30, ain't talkin' bout no percs, Nigga
Fuck a perc, nigga bunch'a switch Glocks
Wе got opps in different hoods
So it's time to switch blocks
Shot too many shots, up out thе Glock
It got my wrist hot
I'll never tell, lips sealed, like a Ziploc
Nigga
Money got bigger pipes got bigger
He dissed the guys, so his life got thinner
W got bigger i'm a real winner
Came straight from Hell i'm a real sinner
Folks got dizzy on they block
He a real spinna', Uh
Off the Heezy, hittin' tops
When we kill niggas, Uh
Shorty head hot, guess I
Gotta' chill niggas, Uh
We takin' on his block, I
Gotta' smack a niggas, Uh
Mask up like Scream
We gon' shoot him 'till he scream
I be slidin' with this mop
Shoot the block 'till it's clean
Flip, flip, switch Glock, mini machine
Put a stock up on my
Glock so ain't no missing
If he tweakin' with the guys
Then you go missing, Disappear
Poof, he in the sky, get him outta' here
Folks be doin' tricks, so we gon' cheat
We ain't playin' fair
We all the opps, put his ass in the air, uh
Everyday on 59th, wit' a Glock, uh, yeah
Everyday on 57th, look for opps, uh, yeah
You would think he jumpin' rope
How I make him hop
You would think he in the NBA
The way I make him flop
Bro just came and asked me
"How I'm feelin'?"
Told him, "Damn, I'm chillin'
I wanna' catch a opp and
Put him to the ceilin'"
Said, "Let's spin they block"
"We gon' kill all mens and no women"
Everyday I wake up mad 'cause they livin'
Let's get 'em
Uh, I be wit' some real deals
Told my shorty
"Go and shoot" I bet he go do it
Told lil' shorty
"Go up on that mission" he
Ain't go through it
I be wit' some real killas
I be wit' some real deals
Strip 'em like a stripper
Where that shit at? Why you drop the lo', I
Swear we finna' kill 'em
Where that bitch at?
Uh, we don't trust niggas
You can't hang around
Do a wrestlin' move, WWE, pin 'em down
Uh, put his ass down
Sco'
Uh, I be wit' some real deals
Told my shorty
"Go and shoot" I bet he go do it
Told lil' shorty
"Go up on that mission" he
Ain't go through it
I be wit' some real killas
I be wit' some real deals
Strip 'em like a stripper
Where that shit at? Why you drop the lo', I
Swear we finna' kill 'em
Where that bitch at?
Uh, we don't trust niggas
You can't hang around
Do a wrestlin' move, WWE, pin 'em down
Uh, put his ass down
Hid him in the dirt
We gon' have this conversation cut
Short like a skirt
We slide on opps like a 9-5
It's time to go to work
I got a 30, foe'nem got a
30, ain't talkin' bout no percs, Nigga
Fuck a perc, nigga bunch'a switch Glocks
Wе got opps in different hoods
So it's time to switch blocks
Shot too many shots, up out thе Glock
It got my wrist hot
I'll never tell, lips sealed, like a Ziploc
Nigga
Money got bigger pipes got bigger
He dissed the guys, so his life got thinner
W got bigger i'm a real winner
Came straight from Hell i'm a real sinner
Folks got dizzy on they block
He a real spinna', Uh
Off the Heezy, hittin' tops
When we kill niggas, Uh
Shorty head hot, guess I
Gotta' chill niggas, Uh
We takin' on his block, I
Gotta' smack a niggas, Uh
Mask up like Scream
We gon' shoot him 'till he scream
I be slidin' with this mop
Shoot the block 'till it's clean
Flip, flip, switch Glock, mini machine
Put a stock up on my
Glock so ain't no missing
If he tweakin' with the guys
Then you go missing, Disappear
Poof, he in the sky, get him outta' here
Folks be doin' tricks, so we gon' cheat
We ain't playin' fair
We all the opps, put his ass in the air, uh
Everyday on 59th, wit' a Glock, uh, yeah
Everyday on 57th, look for opps, uh, yeah
You would think he jumpin' rope
How I make him hop
You would think he in the NBA
The way I make him flop
Bro just came and asked me
"How I'm feelin'?"
Told him, "Damn, I'm chillin'
I wanna' catch a opp and
Put him to the ceilin'"
Said, "Let's spin they block"
"We gon' kill all mens and no women"
Everyday I wake up mad 'cause they livin'
Let's get 'em
Uh, I be wit' some real deals
Told my shorty
"Go and shoot" I bet he go do it
Told lil' shorty
"Go up on that mission" he
Ain't go through it
I be wit' some real killas
I be wit' some real deals
Strip 'em like a stripper
Where that shit at? Why you drop the lo', I
Swear we finna' kill 'em
Where that bitch at?
Uh, we don't trust niggas
You can't hang around
Do a wrestlin' move, WWE, pin 'em down
Uh, put his ass down