Prompt / Lyrics
Big dead Yea they big dead, They should’ve listen to what they bitch said, She give good advice, That be as good as when she give head, They should’ve thought wise, Or else they brain wouldn’t have been spread, Boy hold up, My pockets so swole, Like they did a bid, Yo stupid ass homie got hit up, With a sig, Playing gangsta, That’s the outcome, This Glock be spitting fire, Had to douse someone, Now mother fuckers want me dead, They want me rotten, Like an old ass veggie, In yo fridge, That's been forgotten, We made his brain and head separate, Fat bitches gone suck it better cause they desperate, So much gold on my necklace, Pouring lean on pancakes I love syrup, I love breakfast, Yo momma be cooking up my food, butt naked, I got so much money I could fix your life, But I’d rather buy material items, for an abundant price, I Flex on them niggas, Like I lift weights, I got a nice car on some dish plates, Vogues around the wheels, Looking like I sell the yayo, I like my tires, like my burgers, With the mustard and the mayo, Candy paint on the car too sweet, It make your teeth rot, Yo chick love how we do this, And she wanna give the team top, We like okay, You can do it, Hoe that’s fine, Snow bunnies year round, Not only when it’s winter time, Got everything I want, So much that, I can’t have a need, Yo chick be riding like a cowgirl, On this horse, No saddling, This comes at ease, And I can fight good, Bust yo shit open, And leave both yo eyes swelled, You should’ve walked away, Now your dead as shit, My team hit yo girl, Cause the stupid hoe, Let it hit, I stand on business, Like it’s a good foundation, It’s kind of sad what they did to that boy, After they chased him, It’s just how life is, more cold than my ice is, I got the good work, If you wanna pay good prices, Imma sit back and kick my feet up, Laugh about the score, We hit they block a lot, You know that we up, Gotta keep it moving, Gotta keep it pimping, He use to walk hard, And now he got a walker, And his ass be limping, Me I’m still moving like my car do, You tryna beef with me? Man Who the fuck are you? You ain’t no one, Just an inconvenience, Just A pest, Yo chick want me to put my special sauce up on her breast, It ain’t my fault, You the reason that it happened, To fuck around with me, I wish they would, Like they a sapling, Lame ass dudes I don’t dap them, Ugly ol tricks I don’t clap them, My standard set high, Yours is barely average, You make the bar low, I killed that boy, And now he under hard floor, I killed yo dogs, Like they had got parvo Big dead Yea they big dead, They should’ve listen to what they bitch said, She give good advice, That be as good as when she give head, They should’ve thought wise, Or else they brain wouldn’t have been spread, Big dead Yea they big dead, They should’ve listen to what they bitch said, She give good advice, That be as good as when she give head, They should’ve thought wise, Or else they brain wouldn’t have been spread, Big dead Big dead
Tags
808s, Mumble rap, carti, Bass, Weird, Grunge, Rotten, Hard, Versatile flow
Duration
2:23
Instrumental
No
Created
12/15/2025