Bigger

Yay, Okay, Yay, Yay, Oh, Okay,
Aye okay, hey, hey, hey

I told em
House got big, crib got bigger everybody see the top but ain't nobody coming witcha
Tell em House got big, crib got bigger everybody want yo spot
But ain't nobody gona getcha tell em hey

Aye, I thump, H town beat is in the trunk
Triple D until I slump, haters wana beat me to the punch
I hear these rappers and I swear they in a funk, and I ain't never took no bumps
All that doubting got my pockets looking plump
And if you with me on the beat you getting lumped
Cause I done made it out the dumps, young Shawnie, he ain't never been no punk
And I might pull up to yo spot and make it skunk, matter fact I make it reek
Young Shawn be rapping in his sleep, I might just take it to the hill like I'm Tyreek
Know I need Nikes on my feet, all these artist steady biting, like they teeth
I see me at every spot that Shawnie be, and every spot that Shawnie see

I told em
House got big, crib got bigger everybody see the top but ain't nobody coming witcha
Tell em House got big, crib got bigger everybody want yo spot
But ain't nobody gona getcha tell em hey

Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
I told em
House got big, crib got bigger Aye

Okay look, Aye, to the top
To the top, To the top, To the top
Aye, Shawnie make it hot,
Aye, I can't never drop aye

To the top, To the top, To the top

To the top, To the top, To the top Aye
Triple D on blocks, buddy sliding round with that Glock
Never make it stop, T be climbing up the spots
I been getting hot, verses put em in they cot
I been trying stocks, what I'm learning got me shocked
Everything might flop before you make it to the top
To the top, To the top, To the top aye
To the top, To the top, To the roof,
To the roof, To the roof, To the roof, Aye, roof, To the roof
To the roof, aint no excuse
Drinking it up like it's juice, I'm tweaking like I'm on juice
My grand daddy got loose, my granny blew a fuse
For all you tryna boost, aye you better make you truce
The records I produce gone have you hanging in a noose
Every verse, every bar it sound like Shawnie been reused
Mixed with Hennessy, and fused, with everybody else's fruits
Ain't no excuse, it ain't cute, I ain't worried bout no suits
Know my God will make em scoot
T almighty like he Bruce, with my pen, I feel like Zeus, ain't no
Celling's out my noose, Guess they found the golden goose
Ima rep my city, how I spit it got obtuse
Song be ringing like I'm married
I done lost another tooth
How I'm rapping on these beats I'm knocking everything a loose
How I'm punching on these drums they might arrest me for abuse

Aye, Of the roof, of the roof, of the roof, of the roof
Might arrest me for abuse, Aye
At the Top of the roof, to the top, to the top, to the top
That's just what i do aye,
Young Shawnie got it cool
I might just pull up to the parking for the view, aye them boys aint never knew
Had my vision cloudy getting skewed baby
I knew this exactly how to move, I had to take it to the roof