(Banga) Mmm, mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm, mmm (My Js callin' me no more, no bap) Big head, think I know (Uh, uh) Say I got the big head, way I walk around think I'm knowin' (uh, uh) Bitch say I got the big head, way I'm poppin' out, I think I'm knowin' a lot My niggas sayin' niggas want me dead, way I'm steppin' on niggas and pushin' on opps That boy went on a fast, now he back on the block, he keep a mag' 'cause he pray to Allah He bought a SRT8, that's not a Trackhawk His trap movin' great 'cause he servin' fentanyl He movin' weight so he turn to a boss He take a loss and he shook it right off Really don't link with no pussy, might rob a rapper, the industry soft And under no circumstances, no excuses, ain't tell 'em, ain't seen it, ain't tell what I saw Paid the high for the pint when I'm low on codeine If you ain't got the drank, then we can't even talk, nigga Uh, walk on stage, get paid to walk I do shows and I fuck hoes, we ain't the same, no, what you thought? Leave your lame, come fuck a boss Brand new chain, this shit hit off Wanna change your life, get a brick of fentanyl, nigga, sell drugs, do the stick talk, uh Bitch say I got the big head, way I'm poppin' out, I think I'm knowin' a lot My niggas sayin' niggas want me dead, way I'm steppin' on niggas and pushin' on opps That boy went on a fast, now he back on the block, he keep a mag' 'cause he pray to Allah He bought a SRT8, that's not a Trackhawk His trap movin' great 'cause he servin' fentanyl That's a SRT8, that's not a Trackhawk He movin' weight, he done turned to a boss Slime a nigga, take a nigga watch out (uh) Stalk him later, make lil' bruhnem watch out (walk them out) Flip the block and then we clearin' them out AR chopper with the stick knock 'em down (uh, uh) I was known for trappin', movin' the pounds Now I'm sellin' records, fan walkin' me now (walk, walk) Set trends when they copy, fans watchin' the style Hit licks and get profit, no splittin' it down I hit them licks out of poverty, niggas wasn't proud of me I went and made my own sound Take over his land, his profit Money Monopoly, bitches gon' fuck right now Say I got the big head 'cause I'm lit, whole time you sick Broke bitches down (look at you now) Mmm, mmm, look at you now, bitch Bitch say I got the big head, way I'm poppin' out, I think I'm knowin' a lot My niggas sayin' niggas want me dead, way I'm steppin' on niggas and pushin' on opps That boy went on a fast, now he back on the block, he keep a mag' 'cause he pray to Allah He bought a SRT8, that's not a Trackhawk His trap movin' great 'cause he servin' fentanyl (uh)