I Made It Big Moochie Grape & YFN Lucci
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "I Made It" by Big Moochie Grape & YFN Lucci. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
[Intro: Big Moochie Grape]
Yes, sir
Humongous
(BandPlay)
Gigantic
Yeah, yeah, Big Moochie (Bitch)
[Verse 1: Big Moochie Grape]
Yeah, keep me a strap but I got me four felonies (Keep me four straps)
East Haiti veteran, we serving that fentanyl (East Haiti)
Bumpin' this shit out the spot (Bumpin' it) and it jump like a trampoline (Jumpin' like)
Never did read, but I fill up my magazine (My magazine)
Packin' 'em to the hood, don't to the tampering (No tampering)
A1, Dope Jay, then we made the millions (A1)
Pulling up fresh as fuck, young nigga be killing the scene (Killing shit, dead)
Yeah, yeah, I know my momma, she proud of me (She proud of me)
Flooded with racks like I hit the lottery (Flooded with racks)
Bring me the dope, serve it up just like pottery (Serve it up)
I was down bad broke, going through poverty (Down bad)
I'm at the top and the nigga can't spot a G (I'm at the top)
Bands in my pants like I'm serving a colony (Racks, racks)
Stealing my lingo, these niggas be copying me (Bitin'-ass niggas)
[Chorus: Big Moochie Grape]
I made it, uh (I made it)
Got on my shit, and these niggas, they hatin' (They hatin')
Label me one of the greatest (The greatest)
I was just going through some phases (Some phases)
I gotta thank God that I made it, uh (Yes, sir)
I made it (I made it)
Stuck with my niggas, we don't do the trading (My dawgs)
Never had nothin', now I'm up, it's amazing (I'm up)
This young nigga hot, yeah, this young nigga blazing (This young nigga blazing)
Yes, sir
Humongous
(BandPlay)
Gigantic
Yeah, yeah, Big Moochie (Bitch)
[Verse 1: Big Moochie Grape]
Yeah, keep me a strap but I got me four felonies (Keep me four straps)
East Haiti veteran, we serving that fentanyl (East Haiti)
Bumpin' this shit out the spot (Bumpin' it) and it jump like a trampoline (Jumpin' like)
Never did read, but I fill up my magazine (My magazine)
Packin' 'em to the hood, don't to the tampering (No tampering)
A1, Dope Jay, then we made the millions (A1)
Pulling up fresh as fuck, young nigga be killing the scene (Killing shit, dead)
Yeah, yeah, I know my momma, she proud of me (She proud of me)
Flooded with racks like I hit the lottery (Flooded with racks)
Bring me the dope, serve it up just like pottery (Serve it up)
I was down bad broke, going through poverty (Down bad)
I'm at the top and the nigga can't spot a G (I'm at the top)
Bands in my pants like I'm serving a colony (Racks, racks)
Stealing my lingo, these niggas be copying me (Bitin'-ass niggas)
[Chorus: Big Moochie Grape]
I made it, uh (I made it)
Got on my shit, and these niggas, they hatin' (They hatin')
Label me one of the greatest (The greatest)
I was just going through some phases (Some phases)
I gotta thank God that I made it, uh (Yes, sir)
I made it (I made it)
Stuck with my niggas, we don't do the trading (My dawgs)
Never had nothin', now I'm up, it's amazing (I'm up)
This young nigga hot, yeah, this young nigga blazing (This young nigga blazing)
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!