BIGGAVEL Lyrics by LUCKI
(Grow up, nigga)
Brrt
Stupid, aight
Tsh, fuck they talkin’ bout?
Yeah (Crete, crete, crete, crete, crete)
My momma mistakin’ my bitches
White bitch cleanin’ my dishes
I still leave a boat with the fishes
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 these bitches
He can get 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 dogs gon’ run and 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 militias
In tempt, but if you cross me, then I’m crossin’ you back like Isiah on Pistons
Heard them boys hopin’ and wishin’, they would’ve listened
Three hunnid RP’s, they stuffed in a box
Dawg, he ridin’ ’round me, ’round town 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
Creep at that boy on skates, preachin’ the word like Jake’s
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
On a high, this is not a debate
On a high, this is not a d-
On a high, this is not a debate
I be trickin’, but don’t got a cape
I’m disturbin’ the peace of L.A
White bitch in the Porsche truck hate me
Tell me that yo’ pussy is real
I payed 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 grill, the one of us cashin’, we won’t get a bail
I don’t gotta explain myself, spent that shit like I payed myself
She so pretty, I invest in her swimsuit
Brand new and that’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 the Bentley
I just took her to reach to city
She a weirdo ho like Missy
Fishtail in the track, got dizzy, ayy
Fishtail in the track, got dizzy
Fishtail in the track, got dizzy
Fishtail in the track, got dizzy
