[Intro: King Iso]
Niggas talk too muthafucking much, nigga
Yeah
[Chorus: King Iso]
Shut the fuck up nigga, sit back
You ain't did what I did, I got big racks
Made a name for myself, yeah I did that
Big facts, big facts
Said fuck the other side and I meant that
Nigga you could die for your diss track
Fuck around and never get your bitch back
Big facts, big facts
Said shut the fuck up nigga, sit back
You ain't did what I did, I got big racks
Made a name for myself, yeah I did that
Big facts, big facts
Said fuck the other side and I meant that
Nigga you could die for your diss track
Fuck around and never get your bitch back
Big facts, big facts
[Verse 1: King Iso]
Snapple off tops, I'm the truth, they just big cap
You a lowercase of the beef and I'm shooting big caps
Lacking I hit 'em with a black mac, call it 6lack
High key I'm bored of rap, catch, I say "it", tap!
Key locks, no jack backs, I whip that
Try'na get a whiff of my ism, nigga, the whiplash
They try me like a samplе so I clear 'em homie, it's glass
Know I got stripеs like [?] 'fore a gift bag
Smoking Diesel, call it Vin until I pitch black
The industry took a break from bars, I call it a KitKat
I wreak lines, keep a [?], better sit back
No recoil on the chopper, should'a been kickback
All these gyms in the back and my wrist wrapped
Grab your chicks, getting dashed, call me big black
Won't work kid, you'll get taxed with no big cat
I keep the fifth by my sack like it's 5th Ave
Industry niggas want me starving, homie forget that
Fuck it man, I'm finna see food, nigga shrimp, crab
In the bucket mentality, niggas wonder when's that?
NY, I'm on they head like a Knicks hat
They told me I would never make it, I should quit rap
Now everybody running like gym class
When I send tracks to God, I can make him laugh
How? I'm a comedian and I sin bad
To keep it simple and plain, you'll get crashed
I take a bitch nigga' dame and then dash
Big straps, nigga, click clack, get back
Leave your ears ringing like "Can somebody get that?"
Niggas wolfing but I made a big pact with myself to spit raps doper than the rest, I make an impact
They thought I was losing homie weight, fuck a Slim Fast
Now they tiptoe around a nigga with a Riff Raff
I told 'em
Niggas talk too muthafucking much, nigga
Yeah
[Chorus: King Iso]
Shut the fuck up nigga, sit back
You ain't did what I did, I got big racks
Made a name for myself, yeah I did that
Big facts, big facts
Said fuck the other side and I meant that
Nigga you could die for your diss track
Fuck around and never get your bitch back
Big facts, big facts
Said shut the fuck up nigga, sit back
You ain't did what I did, I got big racks
Made a name for myself, yeah I did that
Big facts, big facts
Said fuck the other side and I meant that
Nigga you could die for your diss track
Fuck around and never get your bitch back
Big facts, big facts
[Verse 1: King Iso]
Snapple off tops, I'm the truth, they just big cap
You a lowercase of the beef and I'm shooting big caps
Lacking I hit 'em with a black mac, call it 6lack
High key I'm bored of rap, catch, I say "it", tap!
Key locks, no jack backs, I whip that
Try'na get a whiff of my ism, nigga, the whiplash
They try me like a samplе so I clear 'em homie, it's glass
Know I got stripеs like [?] 'fore a gift bag
Smoking Diesel, call it Vin until I pitch black
The industry took a break from bars, I call it a KitKat
I wreak lines, keep a [?], better sit back
No recoil on the chopper, should'a been kickback
All these gyms in the back and my wrist wrapped
Grab your chicks, getting dashed, call me big black
Won't work kid, you'll get taxed with no big cat
I keep the fifth by my sack like it's 5th Ave
Industry niggas want me starving, homie forget that
Fuck it man, I'm finna see food, nigga shrimp, crab
In the bucket mentality, niggas wonder when's that?
NY, I'm on they head like a Knicks hat
They told me I would never make it, I should quit rap
Now everybody running like gym class
When I send tracks to God, I can make him laugh
How? I'm a comedian and I sin bad
To keep it simple and plain, you'll get crashed
I take a bitch nigga' dame and then dash
Big straps, nigga, click clack, get back
Leave your ears ringing like "Can somebody get that?"
Niggas wolfing but I made a big pact with myself to spit raps doper than the rest, I make an impact
They thought I was losing homie weight, fuck a Slim Fast
Now they tiptoe around a nigga with a Riff Raff
I told 'em
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