Mr. Biggs

Yeah, Mr Biggs hold on, hold on, hold on
Yeah, well not because of my size
Hey, yo, hey yo hey ho, haha
I might as well get me a bitch to
Say my name on all my songs

Nigga, I'm young as a motherfucker
But money a motherfucker
Young Money motherfucker
Get it in blood puddles, shit
I'm in the South
Where we livin' in mud puddles
Shit is a drug struggle when
You niggas uppin' prices
I hug the Glock like a turnbuckle
Can't get stopped by the vices, no license
Rollin' like dices on the streets
Where the odds is high
Where the crime is life and the life is time
And the time is jail
And in the jail you stressin'
The judge probably hit me
Wit an algebraic expression
But I get away free like Ocean's 11
And I motion the metal like a pro-fiessional
And I'm rollin' especially like
A pimp supposed to watch how you sit down
Something's in that sofa if she wit me
You know that something's in that hoe bra
She's a foreigner, so she say coca
I get broke off, and they get brok-er
They like "so what?" i'm like "so when?"
We gon' know then how to turn in, turn out
'Cause we gon' shoot back
'Till the burners burn out
'Till the burnin' burn down every
House the block hold
I'm hollerin' at you niggas with
Every shot the Glock hold you can't see me
There's a thousand blindfolds
And my mindstate
Is put a thousand on top of those
I do school and do lunch at Pappadeuax's
They want beef, I turn that to sloppy joes
Copycats brrrrat, copy those
I got a strong relationship
Wit expensive clothes
This stuntin' shit is extensive and intense
Like pullin' up in somethin'
Americans can't invent
I make 'em fall back, they gotta indent
Like a paragraph, the first sentence
Shit, I'm way smarter, man, I'm more gifted
Straight from the womb to pro, prolific
I'm so, I'm so so, I'm so lifted
High in the sky, me and pops takin' pictures
That's my vision, until my vision is vivid
I'ma give it all I got
We good, Jigga? You bitches!