Big League

[Intro] [Chorus: Joyner Lucas] Now I'm in the big league Climb my way to the top of the ranks These niggas tryna get me I can’t be like none of y'all niggas Your clothes don't fit me Way too hot, believe it or not That’s word to the Ripley's Ahead of my race, I'm in the first place You hoes can't trip me Fuck out my face, I'm serving that bass I got that Whitney Keep it on the low, don't tell these hoes These Feds might get me Still can't give my heart to no bitch I'm way too picky Never pull up, my [?] Thеy gon’ try to [?] [Verse 1: Grafh] Now I’m in the big league Now I'm in a six speed Switch speed, blowing on [?] Fiеnd in the kitchen saying "Whip these" Panties in the way, I rip these No days off, no sick leave I charge but I charge And nah, I don’t really take nothing off, no strip tease I'm big dog, no misbreed Get on my level, I'm too [?] to settle Nigga, I live in the ghetto, gripping the metal I [?] in a kettle You see gold [?] lightbulb and I dipped it in yellow Money is the root of evil In God we trust so we tricking the devil Though I never chase take money I attract and I take money Your girl got a fat ass, so what? Honestly it's kinda shaped funny If I say I’m about to put an album out then honestly you need to wait for me 'Cause I influence all y'all If you're smart honestly you need to take from me New York superhero, motherfucker, honestly you need a cape from me And tell your girl my dick's addictive Bitch, honestly you need a break from it Your [?] money, that's play money She bust it open, I dove in it Bitch can't cook, her grilled cheese got bones in it [Chorus: Joyner Lucas] Now I'm in the big league Climb my way to the top of the ranks These niggas tryna get me I can't be like none of y'all niggas Your clothes don't fit me Way too hot, believe it or not That's word to the Ripley's Ahead of my race, I'm in the first place You hoes can't trip me Fuck out my face, I'm serving that bass I got that Whitney Keep it on the low, don't tell these hoes These Feds might get me Still can't give my heart to no bitch I'm way too picky Never pull up my car They gon' try to go with me [Verse 2: Joyner Lucas] Bitch gon' ride in the backseat Said she gon' treat my dick like a taxi Told her if she wanna get nasty Then she better suck that shit to the black meat Said she wanna take off this condom Fuck that shit, little bitch tryna trap me Niggas act like they got problems Then they wanna smile in my face and dap me Look, I ain't with none of that mumbo jumbo Bitch you get hit with Mutumbo combos Better be ready to rumble rumble Bitch might live in a jungle jungle I do not fuck with you bunch of dummos All of my opps crumble stumble I do this shit on a humble fuck you Ain't nothing niggas can't undo She wanna chill but I really don't want to Killin' these niggas really gon' haunt you, for real Joyner been humble I'm really gon' off you Fuck is you thinking? I really don't like you Nigga, you know that I really get spiteful I got the fire to really ignite you Burn down the crib while I'm gripping the bible [Chorus: Joyner Lucas] Now I'm in the big league Climb my way to the top of the ranks These niggas tryna get me I can't be like none of y'all niggas Your clothes don't fit me Way too hot, believe it or not That's word to the Ripley's Ahead of my race, I'm in the first place You hoes can't trip me You hoes can't trick me You hoes can't trick me You hoes can't trick me