[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
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