Текст песни Big leagues - Jonah558

(Got a 40 on me)
Got a 40 on me, and you know I let it blow
Keep my feelings in a box, cause I'm never letting go
My life's been crazy, so I gotta keep it on the low

If I hear you talking shit, I'm gonna ask for the sum more
Take a listen, I'ma get my diss and raping with extensions
I ain't finished, had to serve detention, I don't want no bitches
I ain't never switching, I ain't never snitching

Got a freak hoe on me twitching, when I hop up in a whip
Then I swerve into the kitchen, ayy
You say I can't shoot, you be talking like you want it
But you won't pursue, you be talking all that

But you won't, I come to the booth
And if you ever did, then you might lose your tooth
You be talking like a gangster, but you really ain't shit
I write my name in your blood and we can call it a skit

I be taking dubs when I watch you lay in the pit
I'm the big dog, always chasing bricks with a big log
40 on my waist, so you best watch
Put you in' your place steal your flip flops

Ridin' round the city, I'ma knock your top off
If you pop off, you can drop off with a big watch
Got a big beam, hear the crowd scream
Finna feed the team, people know my name

But they don't know my theme, need to smoke my green
Gotta break the bitches spleen, I am never clean
Sipping on my lean, I just need some loyalty
Used to be a f****ing fean, family grew up saying please

But I grew up being mean
F****ing hoe
Who he think he is, he be pulling at the script
I ain't worried about a bitch, we shoot to kill and don't miss

Fuck Johnny, leave him in a ditch, smelling like piss
I rap like this, boys in me trap like this
Johnny talking shit to Tye, I ain't gon' let it slide
This is not a drill, you just gon' live to die

We f***ing up your life, and no, you cannot hide
That's why you bisexual as f***, and you part of pride
You a bum and a bitch and I put it on my life
I'm that type of boy, you pull a gun, I pull a knife

Should I smack the f*** out of you? I sure just might
I ain't praying by my way back, it's the way that I turn
I write some lyrics on my paper and I let that bitch burn
Brody talk shit about Tyes mom, but he learn

To never talk shit again or he'll get hurt
Big 30 odd six, finna blow your ass away
I got money to make, and I call it a day
She said she want the dick, and I tell her okay

Need some diamonds on my neck, get a VV8
I'ma crash the whip, I'ma break the laws
I ain't f***ing with no bitches, they gon' take and charge
I'ma make it to the big leagues with all my dogs