By popular demand
In the motherf**in streets
Big Homie Scream
With Big Homie Flock brind you
Roaches to Rolex
Yall motherf**ers ready?
The trap hot, it’s on fire
Be the rap n***a like a busy bee play
I run my hood, no marathon
Took off for a minute now I’m back on
That bas bigger, my dreads longer
My n***as rhythm, my weed stronger
Smoking that pack, that body builder
Money talks, I don’t f**in hear you
You ain’t dressed, you ain’t got swag
You a walking label, you a signed artist
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Got my own label, f** these n***as
With they middle fingers
I’mma die rich in the game bangin so it’s f** the prison
When critics say I ain’t talkin money
I keep 1k, them n***as transform to my old ways
Keep black doors on me like OJ
I’m turnt up off no d**
You turned down, you getting no love
Love the energy so I’m in the crowd
Actin wild
They know I go hard, b**h I’m good with yall
One phone call, send them k**as at you
That speed dial,
Always visit 10 years, at the same time Joey beat his murder trial
Always be the cal, that’s upon the soldiers
Still collecting opinions, I’m a humbled n***a
Never join forces, make my own way
I keep cake, no birthday
f**in off they competition
I ain’t lemonade
Follow street laws, don’t litigate
I delegate, you follow
I’m on my own sh**, you borrow
Last n***a try to rob me got shot now he sue me for a half a mill
That’s real sh**
Big Homie Flock
Squad