Big Homiie G - Gave It lyrics

[Intro] (ZQ, you need your ass wooped for that one) [Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo] Took the Lamb' to the hood (Skrrt), VVs hit through the tint Gallery jacket one-of-one, see this again, I'm blockin' Trent (Bet) I can turn an AK to a Draco, that's a sawed-off stick You gon' be ready to kill or get some money when you bump my sh*t Eight-figure, Memphis ni**a, toxic, bad-b*tch-getter You part of a staff, I'm the boss, so my pay bigger, ni**a Birkin bags for my bae, got my old ho bitter When it come to this, I'm raw, I don't know how to use a filter Free them boys, didn't say a word, fu*k the system I supply the drink, told Big Homiie, "Bring the utensils" (The kit) Lined her up, then dripped her, then I passed her to [?] (Here) Had to pick and roll, b*tches get bold after you dick 'em (Toxic) Ain't no ni**a fu*kin' with me, that's somethin' you must understand Chrome Heart, like I had a transplant with Iron Man Choppa hold a hunnid bands, make you hit that Cha-Cha dance He must be the man, fans tryna eat it through his pants (Bagg) [Chorus: Moneybagg Yo] They gave the wrong ni**a some money, I don't know how to behave Nothin' but truffles in this paper, I ain't burnin' no sage Coordinatin', wore this watch 'cause it go with my J's Certified trendsetter, I give what's 'posed to be gave [Post-Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Big Homiie G] ni**as really havin' me fu*ked up out here (I gave it) One of my features, show price lil' dude (I gave it) Write this sh*t down, take notes, stay in school (I gave it) Nine times out of ten a b*tch gon' choose (I gave it) Oh, yeah [Verse 2: Big Homiie G & Moneybagg Yo] Poppin' all these Percs, ain't tryna heal nothin' If I up that fire, it's guaranteed I'ma kill somethin' (Woah) ni**as walk around and act tough like they gon' drill somethin' All that hollerin' back and forth, knowin' they ain't gon' kill nothin' (Nah) Never been a b*tch, I ain't goin', I ain't went (ni**a) I won't fight for sh*t, I got diamonds on my fist (Woah) Frrrt-frrt, frrrt, hit 'em with the switch I was so in love with 'Kesha but I fu*ked off with that Tris (Yeah) 30K off features, it ain't sh*t, baby, but rap money Walk around with nappy dreads, still look like I ain't got money (Ha) And I pop my sh*t whenever I want, I got racks on (Woah) All them times I waited for them shows, now Pateks on (ni**a) Don't show me that paperwork if it ain't got the facts on it (Nah) You know these ni**as lie about certain sh*t and put the cap on (Yeah) If it's smoke with us, you know we pushin' and we step on it I bought all the hittas switches, told Bagg to put the rest on (Frrt, frrt, woah) ni**a (Go) [Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Big Homiie G] They gave the wrong ni**a some money, I don't know how to behave Nothin' but truffles in this paper, I ain't burnin' no sage Coordinating, wore this watch 'cause it go with my J's Certified trendsetter, I give what's supposed to be gave They gave the wrong ni**a some money, I don't know how to behave (I don't know) Nothin' but truffles in this paper, I ain't burnin' no sage (Real dope) Coordinating, wore this watch 'cause it go with my J's (Stylin') Certified trendsetter, I give what's supposed to be gave [Outro: Moneybagg Yo] How the fu*k you call yourself a giver? You ain't got a car paid off, you ain't tryna make your ni**as a boss You rather work the sh*t out of 'em and send 'em out Hol' up, hol' up, while we at it, your b*tch ain't matchin' your fly Come on, man, tighten up, ni**a Look me in my eyes when you shake my hand, ni**a Get the fu*k on the floor ni**as huggin' up, gettin' high Worried 'bout the next ni**a pockets, tryna put two and two together and sh*t, ni**a Where your bag at? One thing bout me, real stand up guy Everybody round me in position, team strong They gon' forever say, I gave it Forever, ever, ever