Big Bag
Clarent
Big Bag
Voy por el half a milly
Fuck niggas think they silly
Nene frena haciendo wheelie'
Las bad bitch haciendo dili (ey)
Yeh, gra-gra boom
Los baller 'e la city
Me monté de pasajero, le dije al brodie que guíe
Que me lo traiga en persona, no vo'a dejar que lo envíe
A 120 el peaje, que guardia a mí me persigue
Los baller sí se la viven, siempre andamos detrás de ese big bag
Firme, nunca zig zag
Con la SIG Sauer los pillan saliendo 'e Six Flags
Se quedó allá fuera, él no sobrevive en la isla
Mi gimnasta es diecinueve y los pone a hacer flip flap
Con el Draco y la demonia en la nave escuchando Ferxxo
Fuck that nigga Cupido, con las paca' las flecho
Yo piso la nave y cómo me desaparezco
Lo vo'a dejar sin nada si no me salda ese fresco
Voy por el half a milly
Fuck niggas think they silly
Nene frena haciendo wheelie'
Las bad bitch haciendo dili
Las movidas sexy, bebé, anda' con los baller 'e la city
Móntate en la nave pa' que vea' la vida 'e otro punto
Federales on my back (uh), investigando la placa (fuck them feds, ah)
Yo nunca voy a doblar (uh), le hago tiempo como flock (never, frr)
La calle a mí me hizo, yo no voy a traicionar
A mí nunca me llevó el vicio y de eso yo empecé a guisa' (bitch, grr)
Los bro controlando el módulo y yo tengo los rótulo' (I need them cramps, bitch ass nigga)
La familia no muere, tú lo viste en el periódico (ajá, LFNM, hijueputa)
Cocaine, weed and fentanyl (grr), I be with them murderers (them real prison niggas)
You be with them pussy niggas, con los informantes (pull up, we are not asking)
De cartón to' estos maleantes (grr), them wanna-be be gangsters (mera, dime, la jota)
Yo le hice tiempo en el traphouse con tresciento' al la'o 'el mattress (ajá)
Put that syrup en el frappé ando kickeando con los crackers (bitch, fourteen)
No se meten pa' mi canto, tienen miedo que los mate (woh, I got them runnin' away)
I'm tryna be a millionaire, status bitch, a billionaire (grr, wah)
La ganga full of hustlers (ajá), en la cocina soy heisenberg
Dile, Clarent, qué lo que, desde la ola pa' KP (Ajá)
To's mis holopero' y mis kilero' andan como e'
Gra gra boom-boom
I'm going for the half a milly
Fuck niggas think they silly
Baby brakes by doing wheelie'
The bad bitch doing dili (hey)
Yeh, gra-gra boom
The baller in the city
I got in as a passenger, told the brodie to drive
Bring it to me in person, I won't let you send it.
At 120 the toll, that guard is chasing me
Ballers really live it up, we're always after that big bag
Firm, never zig zag
With the SIG Sauer they are caught leaving 'e Six Flags
He stayed out there, he doesn't survive on the island
My gymnast is nineteen and she makes them do flip flap
With Draco and the demoness on the ship listening to Ferxxo
Fuck that nigga Cupid, with the bales I shoot them
I step on the ship and how I disappear
I'm going to leave him with nothing if he doesn't pay me that bill.
I'm going for the half a milly
Fuck niggas think they silly
Baby brakes by doing wheelie'
The bad bitch doing dili
Sexy moves, baby, hang out with the ballers in the city
Get on the ship so you can see life from another point of view
Feds on my back (uh), investigating the license plate (fuck them feds; ah)
I'm never gonna bend (uh), I make time like Flock (never, frr)
The street made me, I will not betray
I was never carried away by vice and that's how I started (bitch, grr)
The bros controlling the module and I have the labels (I need them cramps, bitch ass nigga)
The family doesn't die, you saw it in the newspaper (aha, LFNM, motherfucker)
Cocaine, weed and fentanyl (grr), I be with them murderers (them real prison niggas)
You be with them pussy niggas, with the informants (pull up, we are not asking)
All these thugs are made of cardboard (grr), they wanna be gangsters (mera, tell me, Jota)
I made time in the traphouse with three hundred next to the mattress (aha)
Put that syrup in the frappé and I'm kicking around with the crackers (bitch, fourteen)
They don't come to my song, they're afraid I'll kill them (Woh; I got them runnin' away)
I'm tryna be a millionaire, status bitch, a billionaire (grr; wah)
The gang full of hustlers (aha), in the kitchen I am Heisenberg
Tell him, Clarent, what's up, from the wave to KP (aha)
All my holopers and my kileros walk like this
Gra gra boom-boom
