Lyrics provided by https://www.songarea.com/ ---Puff Daddy--- --JPEGMAFIA & Kenny Beats-- [Intro] You think you know me? I got nothing, I'm a straight bitch Whoa Kenny![Chorus] Uh Big whips, big guns (Woah) No cash, no funds (Woah) Hurry up, it's done (It's done) You are all my sons (It's done) We don't claim you bums This shit for the scum [Verse 1] I'm a pop act I don't smoke sesh (Nah) I don't pack heat (Huh) I don't even make no beats (Wow, damn) I don't even got no gun, ho I'm like 28 (Wow) Kimber in my bag Too much on my plate Look I'm anxious Cash in a mattress Three shots a hat trick (Damn Peggy) There's blood on the canvas Heard your nigga college boy Caught him on campus Hit that nigga eastern time He died a central standard [Chorus] Why? Big whips, big guns (Woah) No cash, no funds Hurry up, it's done (It's done) You are all my sons (My sons) We don't claim you bums This shit for the scum[Verse 2] (I got no life) I got no life (No) Can't switch up my code (Nah) Morale be too low AK, SK (Grrrah) Gat spit like KA (Huh) Hurry up, relay, bitch No face, no case Give a fuck 'bout what you moving I'm on your couch like Rick Rubin All of these cops, nigga who shooting? Bitch we strapped like Duke Nukem Pull up with the trey and we ain't hooping Shoot you in the face, boy go guard it Fake rappers, new targets All of your songs got no market[Chorus] Bitch (Niggard) Big whips, big guns (Woah) No cash, no funds (Woah) Hurry up, it's done (It's done) You are all my sons (My sons) We don't claim you bums This shit for the scum[Outro] Take that Can't stop, won't stop