[Intro]
Hmm, uh-huh
(Hit-Boy)
Mm, mm (Uh-huh)
Bitch
Man (Let's go)
This life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
I'm sick and tired of these hatin' ass niggas, though
Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, man, shit
Fuck nigga (Uh, yeah)
[Chorus]
I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I'm feelin' like I am the best
I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee, but I still got a TEC, Kel-Tec
Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar, listenin' to Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah (Uh)
I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay
[Verse]
If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand, get them features out my face
Fifty K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate
I got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his brakes
I ain't Lil Pump, but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane
Hit a lil' bitch like, "Burr" (Huh), why she so insecure? (Uh)
Who got the pills in here? (Huh) How do you live in here? (Uh)
I got my crib here (Uh), havin' some kids here (Huh)
I do it big, yeah (Huh), big, big, yeah (Huh)
I do it big, yeah (Huh), big, big, yeah (Let's go)
She saw me in the club (Uh), how did you get in here? (Uh-uh)
Fuck is you doin' here? (Let's go) Why is you shootin' here? (Let's go)
Doin' it big, yeah (Uh-huh), big, big, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
Doin' it big, yeah (Uh-huh), big, big, yeah (Oh-ayy)
Yeah, away, away, away, away, away (Okay)
You want bullshit, they'll hit you with that olé (Grra, grra, grra)
Chip on my shoulder, I gotta prove myself, no Lays (Let's go)
Even when I stand up and hit it from the back, I'ma still get laid (Smash, smash, smash, smash)
That bitch a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed, uh (Smash, smash, smash, smash)
I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let's get it, let's go, let's go, yeah)
Chicago shit (Yeah), Chicago nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' on a Philadelphia bitch, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm super rich (Uh), I could pay your rent (Uh), Rollie doesn't tick (Uh)
Chopper with the tints (Uh), pull up with the tints (Uh, uh), clip is extended
Never gave a fuck (Uh), never gave a shit (Uh), only gettin' rich (Uh, uh)
Live how I live (Uh), forgive and forget (Uh), man, I don't forget shit
You don't know when to stand
You got it bad, man, come in, oh
Oh, baby, come in
Man, I don't forget shit (Uh)
Uh, yeah
Hmm, uh-huh
(Hit-Boy)
Mm, mm (Uh-huh)
Bitch
Man (Let's go)
This life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
I'm sick and tired of these hatin' ass niggas, though
Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, man, shit
Fuck nigga (Uh, yeah)
[Chorus]
I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I'm feelin' like I am the best
I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee, but I still got a TEC, Kel-Tec
Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar, listenin' to Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah (Uh)
I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay
[Verse]
If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand, get them features out my face
Fifty K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate
I got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his brakes
I ain't Lil Pump, but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane
Hit a lil' bitch like, "Burr" (Huh), why she so insecure? (Uh)
Who got the pills in here? (Huh) How do you live in here? (Uh)
I got my crib here (Uh), havin' some kids here (Huh)
I do it big, yeah (Huh), big, big, yeah (Huh)
I do it big, yeah (Huh), big, big, yeah (Let's go)
She saw me in the club (Uh), how did you get in here? (Uh-uh)
Fuck is you doin' here? (Let's go) Why is you shootin' here? (Let's go)
Doin' it big, yeah (Uh-huh), big, big, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
Doin' it big, yeah (Uh-huh), big, big, yeah (Oh-ayy)
Yeah, away, away, away, away, away (Okay)
You want bullshit, they'll hit you with that olé (Grra, grra, grra)
Chip on my shoulder, I gotta prove myself, no Lays (Let's go)
Even when I stand up and hit it from the back, I'ma still get laid (Smash, smash, smash, smash)
That bitch a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed, uh (Smash, smash, smash, smash)
I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let's get it, let's go, let's go, yeah)
Chicago shit (Yeah), Chicago nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' on a Philadelphia bitch, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm super rich (Uh), I could pay your rent (Uh), Rollie doesn't tick (Uh)
Chopper with the tints (Uh), pull up with the tints (Uh, uh), clip is extended
Never gave a fuck (Uh), never gave a shit (Uh), only gettin' rich (Uh, uh)
Live how I live (Uh), forgive and forget (Uh), man, I don't forget shit
You don't know when to stand
You got it bad, man, come in, oh
Oh, baby, come in
Man, I don't forget shit (Uh)
Uh, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I'm feelin' like I am the best
I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest (Let's go)
I never been a referee, but I still got a TEC (Uh), Kel-Tec (Uh-uh)
Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest (Let's go, yeah)
Rockstar, listening to Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah (Uh-huh, uh)
Uh, I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah
I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I'm feelin' like I am the best
I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest (Let's go)
I never been a referee, but I still got a TEC (Uh), Kel-Tec (Uh-uh)
Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest (Let's go, yeah)
Rockstar, listening to Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah (Uh-huh, uh)
Uh, I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah
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“Big” strays away from his usual style, and brags about how his life has turned from living in the projects to becoming rich. He also name drops two fellow rappers, Lil Pump and Gucci Mane, and references basketball phenom Wilt Chamberlain, who is famous for scoring 100 points in one game.
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Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning
- 1.Empty
- 2.Maze
- 3.HeMotions
- 5.Fast
- 7.Big
- 8.Robbery
- 10.Feeling
- 11.Syphilis
- 12.Who Shot Cupid?
- 13.Ring Ring
- 14.Desire
- 15.Out My Way
- 16.The Bees Knees
- 17.ON GOD
- 18.10 Feet
- 19.Won’t Let Go
- 20.She’s the One
- 21.Rider
- 22.Make Believe
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Recorded At
Lion Share Recording Studio, Santa Monica, Los Angeles, CA
Release Date
March 8, 2019
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