Big Amounts (feat. 83HADES) Lyrics
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[Verse 1: 83HADES]
I-I throw his body to the bottom of the ocean, they fishin' mouths. He ain't that talkin', guess he got a bigger mouth. Put it in my phone unless you shoppin' big amounts. Got a mask up, he a rat, he a Mickey Mouse. Call me her first, but you'll find me up in her house. Callin' my phone while you cryin', just kill yourself. Fuck know you learned, so like, fuck it, just end yourself. I fuck with shawty
Cuz she can bend it well. Stop tryna copy my sound, pussy, be yourself. If I get locked up, I'll fuck around and free myself. I'm sorry, bitch, I ain't know I was leadin' on. I fuck the bitches that you be, I'm dreamin' on. I thought somebody like, who is you leanin' on? Got on the bottom of my shoes, I'm in lupitine. Your hoes be skanks if you dig what they chewin' on
[Verse 2: ChrisZXL]
Niggas be dick eatin', I got a pig eatin'. Beat on their pussy, I mistreat it. Got a lil' emo, bitch, she cut till her wrist bleedin'
Walk into the function, now you know I got my stick with me (Ayy)
If I was a girl and I was you, bitch, I wouldn't trust me. Don't touch me, this polo, me sick, it get ugly. Niggas talkin' shit, and he get popped like a bubble. Suppressed on the clock, when it's time, it was muffled. Nigga, how you talkin' type when you be hoppin' to the feds? Walk into the function, and I pop him off a mess. I could probably get your bitch to tie me in the bed. And tie him with that red doggo to his head. Air purges to the red bottoms when I'm kickin' him. When he see the double bell, shawty, bet I'll see the bitch in hell. Standin' like a bitch, I got the single body. Should I split your liquid up?. I don't bounce around the business, but like, that boy have some shit in him.
[Bridge: ChrisZXL]
Haha, ain't grippin' no Glock unless I plan on poppin' it. Wet up his block with that, uh, I'm drownin' it. I got some lean, I'm not sippin', I'm downin' it. Why you wanna beef when you cross the continent?
Niggas in my seats, they be talkin' and coppin' it. If he talkin' hot, then he could catch a rocket. Pull up with a Glock, I pull it out, place it back, twist it, then pop it.
I-I throw his body to the bottom of the ocean, they fishin' mouths. He ain't that talkin', guess he got a bigger mouth. Put it in my phone unless you shoppin' big amounts. Got a mask up, he a rat, he a Mickey Mouse. Call me her first, but you'll find me up in her house. Callin' my phone while you cryin', just kill yourself. Fuck know you learned, so like, fuck it, just end yourself. I fuck with shawty
Cuz she can bend it well. Stop tryna copy my sound, pussy, be yourself. If I get locked up, I'll fuck around and free myself. I'm sorry, bitch, I ain't know I was leadin' on. I fuck the bitches that you be, I'm dreamin' on. I thought somebody like, who is you leanin' on? Got on the bottom of my shoes, I'm in lupitine. Your hoes be skanks if you dig what they chewin' on
[Verse 2: ChrisZXL]
Niggas be dick eatin', I got a pig eatin'. Beat on their pussy, I mistreat it. Got a lil' emo, bitch, she cut till her wrist bleedin'
Walk into the function, now you know I got my stick with me (Ayy)
If I was a girl and I was you, bitch, I wouldn't trust me. Don't touch me, this polo, me sick, it get ugly. Niggas talkin' shit, and he get popped like a bubble. Suppressed on the clock, when it's time, it was muffled. Nigga, how you talkin' type when you be hoppin' to the feds? Walk into the function, and I pop him off a mess. I could probably get your bitch to tie me in the bed. And tie him with that red doggo to his head. Air purges to the red bottoms when I'm kickin' him. When he see the double bell, shawty, bet I'll see the bitch in hell. Standin' like a bitch, I got the single body. Should I split your liquid up?. I don't bounce around the business, but like, that boy have some shit in him.
[Bridge: ChrisZXL]
Haha, ain't grippin' no Glock unless I plan on poppin' it. Wet up his block with that, uh, I'm drownin' it. I got some lean, I'm not sippin', I'm downin' it. Why you wanna beef when you cross the continent?
Niggas in my seats, they be talkin' and coppin' it. If he talkin' hot, then he could catch a rocket. Pull up with a Glock, I pull it out, place it back, twist it, then pop it.