These fuckin' niggas are trippin
Just 'cause they don't know who I am, they think can come at me
I wan' that fuck 'em up, damn
Hello homie, slow down, I'm droppin' some rhymes
But I ain't playin, I'm go off some nines
Maybe somebody's listenin'
You still got a chance to shine
Chase ya own bag, yea, 'cause I got mine
You might not know who I am
If you did, you wouldn't have mentioned my name
I ain't on the corners, man
Yea, I'm on top, givin' orders and shots, man
C'mon man, I'm walkin' with the gunners
I'm around gunnin' like pro bumpers
Loaded clips, extra grips, cocked my Glock
Nigga, you'd get turned into a puppet on my block
Uh, I'm Biggie Down, puttin' niggas on lock
You wan' know who I am now?
I ain't that kinda person, nigga
Nah play, nigga, I'll lay you ass out
Don't fuck witcha, that's what I'm 'bout
I'ma poppin' guns and I'm gone
I'ma blunt hustla and it's done
I ain't that kinda person, nigga
Nobody knew what's poppin' in my brain
I ain't lettin' nobody touch my chain
And that's how I run my hood
And now man, what's fuckin' good?
What's the odds of you catchin' me
You'll get ahead away respectin' me
I'm the kinda of guy who's got shit in containers
I'm the one who fires and ain't no reminders
I'm transportin' guns
I'm on the big dogs mind
Niggas on my dick, 'cause I'ma stay on the grind
Motherfucker, good things in due time
Sellin' out for scraps, nigga, this ain't mine
I gunned back, you could unlike it or love it
It's dope to be name-dropped and think nothin' of it
I ain't that kinda person, nigga
Nah play, nigga, I'll lay you ass out
Don't fuck witcha, that's what I'm 'bout
I'ma poppin' guns and I'm gone
I'ma blunt hustla and it's done
I ain't that kinda person, nigga
Nobody knew what's poppin' in my brain
I ain't lettin' nobody touch my chain
And that's how I run my hood
And now man, what's fuckin' good?
My homies screamin': Big, you need to calm down
Nigga, why you ain't showin' your face 'round?
I can make you kiss the ground
Pray for the guns off my hands right now
In my hood, motherfucker, I run the dope
The chicks get on the knees and that ain't my fault
I ain't that kinda person, nigga
Nah play, nigga, I'll lay you ass out
Don't fuck witcha, that's what I'm 'bout
I'ma poppin' guns and I'm gone
I'ma blunt hustla and it's done
I ain't that kinda person, nigga
Nobody knew what's poppin' in my brain
I ain't lettin' nobody touch my chain
And that's how I run my hood
And now man, what's fuckin' good?
