(Banga)
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm (My Js callin' me no more, no bap)
Big head, think I know (Uh, uh)
Say I got the big head, way I walk around think I'm knowin' (uh, uh)

Bitch say I got the big head, way I'm poppin' out, I think I'm knowin' a lot
My niggas sayin' niggas want me dead, way I'm steppin' on niggas and pushin' on opps
That boy went on a fast, now he back on the block, he keep a mag' 'cause he pray to Allah
He bought a SRT8, that's not a Trackhawk
His trap movin' great 'cause he servin' fentanyl

He movin' weight so he turn to a boss
He take a loss and he shook it right off
Really don't link with no pussy, might rob a rapper, the industry soft
And under no circumstances, no excuses, ain't tell 'em, ain't seen it, ain't tell what I saw
Paid the high for the pint when I'm low on codeine
If you ain't got the drank, then we can't even talk, nigga
Uh, walk on stage, get paid to walk
I do shows and I fuck hoes, we ain't the same, no, what you thought?
Leave your lame, come fuck a boss
Brand new chain, this shit hit off
Wanna change your life, get a brick of fentanyl, nigga, sell drugs, do the stick talk, uh

Bitch say I got the big head, way I'm poppin' out, I think I'm knowin' a lot
My niggas sayin' niggas want me dead, way I'm steppin' on niggas and pushin' on opps
That boy went on a fast, now he back on the block, he keep a mag' 'cause he pray to Allah
He bought a SRT8, that's not a Trackhawk
His trap movin' great 'cause he servin' fentanyl

That's a SRT8, that's not a Trackhawk
He movin' weight, he done turned to a boss
Slime a nigga, take a nigga watch out (uh)
Stalk him later, make lil' bruhnem watch out (walk them out)
Flip the block and then we clearin' them out
AR chopper with the stick knock 'em down (uh, uh)
I was known for trappin', movin' the pounds
Now I'm sellin' records, fan walkin' me now (walk, walk)
Set trends when they copy, fans watchin' the style
Hit licks and get profit, no splittin' it down
I hit them licks out of poverty, niggas wasn't proud of me
I went and made my own sound
Take over his land, his profit
Money Monopoly, bitches gon' fuck right now
Say I got the big head 'cause I'm lit, whole time you sick
Broke bitches down (look at you now)
Mmm, mmm, look at you now, bitch

Bitch say I got the big head, way I'm poppin' out, I think I'm knowin' a lot
My niggas sayin' niggas want me dead, way I'm steppin' on niggas and pushin' on opps
That boy went on a fast, now he back on the block, he keep a mag' 'cause he pray to Allah
He bought a SRT8, that's not a Trackhawk
His trap movin' great 'cause he servin' fentanyl (uh)