Big Flock - Outro (Verse 1 Only) lyrics

"Big Flock, Trill Family, Thraxxx Gang b**h" [Hook] G, that is his name If he can't hang, he's got to get out the game (3x) [Verse 1: Big Flock] I don't f** with a whole rack of n***as man I only f** with my ken folk I don't f** with no dumb b**hes god damn I hate me a bimbo I don't f** shell toes I let shells go on my timbos I hate me an ole' bluffing n***a always talking dumb like his chin broke n***as know they ain't real if they out here stunting while their friends broke 'Been smoking on so much girl scouts got me knocked out like its Kimbo You better watch what these hoes say cuz' they'll let you know who out getting dough You better watch what your mouth say cuz' my clips long and they slim though b**hes love that denim swag their favorite jeans is them Rugbys And I don't really like a rack of sh** but my favorite thing is just money A n***a all on his cool sh** cuz' the rest of y'all on some dork sh** I smoke untill my lungs die cuz' I'm all high off this cork sh** n***as BFF pigs but I can't get down with this pork sh** n***as out here spooning b**hes but I hit the hoes cuz' I fork sh** Everytime I hit the pack I get higher and higher like a forklift Im about to burn a lil' n***a up cuz' it's a fire-fire cuz' it's scorch sh** n***as need extra mustard for my Benihana delight If you want to beef today with me, then we'll end the drama tonight Wild n***a with tattoos, aiming shots at your pack mule I know you know what that gat do, make a fast move you a damn fool - He can't hang where I hang, yea he can't bang with my gang My gang be banging them things, aiming them things at your brain Since I've been popping them pills I ain't been acting the same Since I've been holding them steels I can't stop clapping them things My n***as came with a full clip, hundred drum full of pool sticks Lil' Chris pull in an Audi with four hoes in the cool whip Snitch n***as are bullsh**, trill n***as im cool with Ho b**hes don't like, i'll pull your cards like im dueling All my n***as be wildin' guns gone' handle our problems And your wifey a dumb b**h I cut her off cuz' she childish All my shooters the finest, they come around-around eightish And I pull out the stainless it's gone' be quick and painless Mac Dre the insanist, turn your brain to a danish And your b**h be to brainless she really think my dick famous I don't like her that much, and I don't call her no more And all these pistols keep banging just like the pigs at the door [Hook] G, that is his name If he can't hang, he's got to get out the game (2x) [Verse 2: Big Flock] {LATER}