BIGGAVEL

[Intro: Lil Yachty] (Grow up, nigga) Brrt, mm, stupid Aight, tsh, the fuck they talkin' 'bout? Yeah ('Crete, 'crete, 'crete, 'crete, 'crete) [Verse 1: Lil Yachty] My mama mistakin' my bitches, huh White bitch cleanin' my dishes, huh I still leave a boy with the fishes, huh I still won't sip on the Tris I bought her a Birkin, she did me dirty, and I still think she delicious Speakin' on me, so I know he depressed, I hope he Cobain himself I'ma go fuck his bitches He can duck everything 'cept these bullets, and that's just hardcore physics I won't give a bitch my digits Somethin' happen to me, I ain't trippin', I know all my dawgs gon' have to get vengeance Flesh shot, give a fuck 'bout a witness Get back, if you don't, we some bitches These low-tier bitches is some business Fuck 'em all, like a Teddy on missions If I get on that time, it get vicious I don't ever move 'round with malicious Intent, but if you cross me, then I'm crossin' you back like Isiah on Pistons All them boys hopin' and wishin', they would've listened Three hunnid RP's, they stuffed in a box Dog get ridin' 'round me, I'll tie him with the knocks I used to knock on their door to see if I could cut they grass from block to block Now I buy stocks and Rolls-Royce trucks I used to sweep up hair at the shop Nah, for real, facts Ecstasy pills by the pack, ha, Molly came by the pound, huh Codeine came out the crate, can't fuck with no niggas who rape 'Crete put that boy on skates, preachin' the word like Jakes These bitches gon' fuck a face, I'm tryna go big, like Ace I'm tryna go big, Biggavel I was poppin' some shit, they could smell I been up on the ave' since twelve Pulled a trigger with paint on my nails Pussy [Verse 2: LUCKI & Lil Yachty] I'm the highest, this not a debate I'm the highest, this not a d–, uh I'm the highest, this not a debate (Us) I be trickin', but don't got a cape I'm disturbin' the peace of LA White bitch in the Porsche truck hate me Tat' me yo' pussy if it's real I paid for that shit like the bill Bad karma, 'cause looks can kill I bought her a Birkin, said, "Welcome to Hell" He fell off, he posted a grail, if one of us catch 'em, we won't get a bail Don't gotta explain myself, spent that shit like I paid it myself She so pretty, I invest in her swimsuit brand knowin' it's gon' stay on the shelf Two-face king, you can meet the other me, but that's if you make it there Curious enough, I'll take you there I wrote half of this verse in a Bentley I just took that girl right to the city She a weirdo ho like Missy Fishtail on the track, got dizzy, ayy [Outro: LUCKI] Fishtail on the track, got dizzy Fishtail on the track, got dizzy Fishtail on the track, got dizzy