[Intro: Nym Lo]
Statik Selektah
It's the Big Horse
Statik what up? (Lo)
[Verse 1: Nym Lo & Termanology]
Sippin' on Veuve, Ice Jackets keep the temperature cool
Toast to the winners that's bendin' the rules
Forty on me, militant moves
No time for frivolous feuds, don't get it confused
New York nigga, Yankee fitted Timbaland boots
Sit in the coupe, get rid of the roof (Skrrrt)
Your man got you walkin' ma? Hah, get in the coupe
My flow is fabulous like a got a chip in my tooth
I'm gettin' money, why the fuck would I listen to you?
My man said the work a 9 and I could hit it with 2
I put a one on it to make sure that shit is the truth
My heart breaks when I ace and this point was a deuce
I'm even pissed thinkin' 'bout it as I'm talkin' to you
I goes off in the booth, horses often I do
When they didn't think Lauren was cool, respect my shit
'Cause I kills every fit, bring the coroner through
Flyest nigga that came off of the stoop, Lo (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Termanology]
Yo, I sing solo, Moët and pink polo
Spend a hunnid thousand on clothes with the logos
My champagne bubble bath water pink, quarter mink
Shawty started battin' her eyes when she saw the link
The type of love I get can't be purchased
Paid for my past mistakes, now I know my purpose
I dropped so many songs, they stopped sayin' congrats
Been around the globe, I tell you it ain't flat
Stop sayin' normalize when normally all you do is lie
Talkin' fast, twistin' your words, that's "Do or die"
Y'all don't be movin' pies, y'all will get crucified
Hog tied, muzzled and stripped, lucky if you survive
I'm a business owner, I don't get taxes back
Wrappin' them packs for 34, that's a hack a Shaq
Packin' the MAC in back of the 'Ac, let it rat a tat
This is how you gotta go in when you rap with stack
Statik Selektah
It's the Big Horse
Statik what up? (Lo)
[Verse 1: Nym Lo & Termanology]
Sippin' on Veuve, Ice Jackets keep the temperature cool
Toast to the winners that's bendin' the rules
Forty on me, militant moves
No time for frivolous feuds, don't get it confused
New York nigga, Yankee fitted Timbaland boots
Sit in the coupe, get rid of the roof (Skrrrt)
Your man got you walkin' ma? Hah, get in the coupe
My flow is fabulous like a got a chip in my tooth
I'm gettin' money, why the fuck would I listen to you?
My man said the work a 9 and I could hit it with 2
I put a one on it to make sure that shit is the truth
My heart breaks when I ace and this point was a deuce
I'm even pissed thinkin' 'bout it as I'm talkin' to you
I goes off in the booth, horses often I do
When they didn't think Lauren was cool, respect my shit
'Cause I kills every fit, bring the coroner through
Flyest nigga that came off of the stoop, Lo (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Termanology]
Yo, I sing solo, Moët and pink polo
Spend a hunnid thousand on clothes with the logos
My champagne bubble bath water pink, quarter mink
Shawty started battin' her eyes when she saw the link
The type of love I get can't be purchased
Paid for my past mistakes, now I know my purpose
I dropped so many songs, they stopped sayin' congrats
Been around the globe, I tell you it ain't flat
Stop sayin' normalize when normally all you do is lie
Talkin' fast, twistin' your words, that's "Do or die"
Y'all don't be movin' pies, y'all will get crucified
Hog tied, muzzled and stripped, lucky if you survive
I'm a business owner, I don't get taxes back
Wrappin' them packs for 34, that's a hack a Shaq
Packin' the MAC in back of the 'Ac, let it rat a tat
This is how you gotta go in when you rap with stack
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