Oh, yreah, uh
Whole thing (big Don, big Don, big Don-) OG Parker
Roll the gas, bro what's up wit' it (flat track)
Shorty super bad and that ass got some junk in it (daddy)
And they keep on throwin' shots
What you still ain't drunk nigga? (huh)
Shout out to my mama though
She ain't raised no punk nigga (na)
I was doin' bad and I got through wit' that (I'm done with it)
If you see her wit' me she got rackies in her Louis bag (she come wit' it)
Put her in that foreign she get wetter when I do the dash (hey)
In my trap you need a tutor cause I do the math (grrr)
Blicky wit' me
I might do a drill in the pear hills (grr)
Thick as fuck look at all this ass I ain't miss a meal
Yellow whip, cream inside lookin' like a banana peel (wooo)
Big Don, big money, big dawg, I'ma big deal
I been settin' trends I see these bitches takin' notes though (ah-ha)
M's in the bank, double C's all on my torso (woo)
I run through a check and I ain't trippin' on no broke hoe
30k around my neck, 30 inches on my frontal
Front row at Kim Shui, diamonds doin' jiu jitsu
Magazine in the Chanel incase a hoe got a issue (grr)
Steppin' in my lavise blew bag at the comments
Hatin' hoes on my dick I don't read they comments, yeah (comments, yeah)
Roll the gas, bro what's up wit' it (that's right)
Shorty super bad and that ass got some junk in it (daddy)
And they keep on throwin' shots
What you still ain't drunk nigga? (you still ain't drunk)
Shout out to my mama though
She ain't raised no punk nigga (she ain't raised no punk nigga, na)
I was doin' bad and I got through wit' that (I'm done wit' it)
If you see her wit' me she got rackies in her Louis bag (she come wit' it)
Put her in that foreign she get wetter when I do the dash (hey)
In my trap you need a tutor cause I do the math (tra- track)
Don't come around me actin' stupid
Bro we shoot 'em fast (brr)
Money long you could see that shit on Google Maps
Aye you could see it from a satellite (from a satellite)
Bad bitch weigh no weights but she eat it up got appetite (hey, eat it up)
I might pop out to the club wit' her (to the club)
Hit it while she playin wit' her toy she fell in love wit' it (she fell in love)
And that brand new foreign is a toy I'm havin' fun wit' it (skrr, skrr)
All these niggas say they run the city, we the ones in it (yo money gang)
Aye and we been the ones (and we've been that)
I don't even know where the hate be comin' from
So I went and bought bigger guns (bigger carts)
Plain jane got racks like Rimber Don
Bad bitch with the dimples on (yeah)
Move strange and the fam gone miss you hug
Get popped like pimples on you (get popped like)
Roll the gas, bro what's up wit' it (that's right)
Shorty super bad and that ass got some junk in it (daddy)
And they keep on throwin' shots
What you still ain't drunk nigga? (you still ain't drunk)
Shout out to my mama though
She ain't raised no punk nigga (she ain't raised no punk nigga, na)
I was doin' bad and I got through wit' that (I'm done wit' it)
If you see her wit' me she got rackies in her Louis bag (she come wit' it)
Put her in that foreign she get wetter when I do the dash (hey)
In my trap you need a tutor cause I do the math (tra- track)
(OG Parker)