Big Boi Music

[Intro: LightUpp]
I been up three days countin' paper up

[Verse: Don Status, Lightupp, Cream Da Villain]
Smokin' on the top notch
I cannot stop
Shooting down have him jumpin' like it’s hopscotch
Don’t approach a nigga, you do not cop
Pull up on a opp block, bullets from the Glock pop
Nigga this ain’t what you want, this big boi music
This that roll that zaza up, load a toy to it
This that "is you selling girl or that boy" music?
Silencer on the Glock got no noise to it
Selling boy on the block and them joints moving
Custies knocking at the door tryna get a fix
My young niggas on parole and they hittin' licks
Iced out gold chain with the big baguettes
Plotting on a Rollie plain, I’mma get it next
Switchin' lanes in the Range while she giving neck
Only copped one bird, I’mma get a stretch
Niggas actin' like the man but I ain’t impressed
Tried to leave the scene clean but I made a mess
I could get a nigga hit for a eight of Meth
Yeah I’m still in the game, I just pay the ref
I look at her and she fuck, I don’t waste my breath
Once you got it gotta stay away from fake love
But it’s better when you spend it with your day ones
And I’m waitin' for a pussy nigga say some
When they ask me "man, who did it?" I just play dumb

[Refrain: LightUpp, Don Status]
Me and my brothers in these streets, mama pray for us
If you ain’t gettin' any money stay away from us
I’ve been up three days countin' paper up
Niggas said they gettin' money but it ain’t enough

[Verse: Don Status, Cream Da Villain, Freezy Feddi]
Got a brick of raw, came in from Singapore
Countin' so much money now my fingers sore
Niggas talking bout shit they never did before
Come walk through my hood, real nigga tour
You making bitches bored, talkin' bout that nonsense
Me, when I hit the floor? Feeling like I’m Godsent
Moving like a bomb threat
Known to make the dog stretch
More or less
Now me and cuhz in the fortress
I’m a legend in the streets, doin' Forbes next
Verified on the gram but need more checks
Rolex, 41, hit for 40 down
Big trey in all the towns
Dummies got a death wish
Way the 40 spittin' rounds fuckin' up my left wrist
Nine leave you breathless
Test us, bet you regret this
Baby chain, hang you from your necklace
8 Trey B Dub, I’m heavy on the set bitch

[Refrain: LightUpp, Don Status]
Me and my brothers in these streets, mama pray for us
If you ain’t gettin' any money stay away from us
I’ve been up three days countin' paper up
Niggas said they gettin' money but it ain’t enough