Текст песни Big Top - Günbi

Y'all made the beat, Gunbi on tracks with the uhn
How I'm gone talk at this time, goin off at this time
Got a watch, no time on the wrist
Bling got a homie on prime
All talk no comma, to see the lime light as a fake
See how I walk, homie caught attention
Man, if I lean back, no leader in the pack
If a goon step forward it's an altercation
All the crew, it's a pack, but we vibe in the back
Bottom line we just talking hi fives
Real grind, bizz talk, it's a I-9 homie
Been fine, come and go, it's a hi bye
We connect now easily, it's the wifi
When they acting off the fear now
Hasn't clicked yet for me, haven't reached that moment
OK, when they asking for a way out
Homie quit on the dream when the door was wide open
Homie rude now when we talking high nines
Dunk contest or a chick with nice thighs
Six figure homie but she want the high nines
Double standard on em for the ladies and the guys
Got love for me that was hope
Second guess, naw, I think you misspoke
Drip is the lingo well look now I float
I'll hold the game in my hands with a choke
I'll spend the time writing rhymes in the comfort of my prime while the rest start slanging cheap dope
That song was dope, that's what they spoke
I see the light in the tunnel while the rest all hope

I will do that on my own
The world in my hand, the hand on my phone
Small click, but I own my spot, big tip, cus I do my job
Do I got love in the city, ops all talk, and they mimic
One strike, two strike, do I give more I don't

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, vibe
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, vibe
I don't really gossip, I just spit a lot
I make my own tunes, so I drop a lot
I tip my toes in the city lot, city popped, sit on top
Nap town deep, what's a flop
I'll let you know is all cap, not a cop tell em
If you go flip on me now it's a flop
But my shoe are adidas to outdated pumps
Yea I see the cheat code
It's not a mirror it's a window
Homie caught a swerve, never got an intro
If the shot did miss he will reload
If I pass the mic, don't pass the moment
Past in the back, don't pass the trophy
Spoon fed clout, so they mouth wide open
Wounds wide open, so the spoon now broken

I will do that on my own
The world in my hand, the hand on my phone
Small click, but I own my spot, big tip, cus I do my job
Do I got love in the city, ops all talk, and they mimic
One strike, two strike, do I give more I don't