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BigXthaPlug - THE BIGGEST Lyrics






Back On My BS

(Tony Coles)
See, I'm back on my
Yeah
See, I'm back on my bullshit

Ayy, see, I'm back on my bullshit
Came a long way from school, bitch
We them niggas been bangin' and walkin' with full clips
Pockets filled with them blue strips
Only hang with the solid, can't f*ck with no loose lips
If he rat, cut him loose quick
If a f*ck-nigga try, bet his ass make the news quick
Hit his ass with these blue tips
But these niggas won't shoot shit
'Cause these peons ain't steppin' how my niggas steppin'
Walk 'em down, bet that teach 'em a lesson
I been kickin' shit cool and got paper like Messi
Bitch, I'm Zion, your old nigga Reggie
She say that she love how my big ass be dressin'
How that Audemars go with that necklace
My features a dub and my shows is a blessin'
I got paper, ain't doin' no stressin'
The one who put all this together
They gave me somethin' good and I made that shit better
Turnt up the notch, my watch changed up the weather
I'm bigger and better, shit bigger than ever
Thought they was runnin', shit, I had to catch 'em
He try with some funny shit, shooter gon' stretch him
I ran up some money and never got selfish
I'm solid, I put my whole team on to blessings
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Writer: James Economides, Tony Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP




Climate

(Bandpl-)
(Let the BandPlay)

Ayy, these diamonds, they shining
Came from Johnny
It ain't never been too hard to find me
All this ice got me changin' my climate
Bought this Carti' to switch up my timing
These niggas is bitches, that's just a reminder
Stay away from the snakes 'cause they slimy
Stay away from the fakes 'cause they grimy
Not teachin' no lessons, I'm just bein' honest

600 the block, the label, the set
Roll the dice on me, place your bet
Name a nigga that's harder than me that you met
Get your body hid out in the valley like ranch
I been ballin' so hard, I done worked up a sweat
Vicky Vallencour water on my neck
I'm a dog off the leash, I ain't nobody pet
Soulja Boy, all these stacks on deck
Pour a four in the soda that came from Exotic
I really been feelin' too modest
Bitch, I'm the hottest
Was in the knot throwin' ones before "You Whip" came and got me
The show still rockin', the label can't drop me
I get sloppy toppy from bitches who top me
But still in they bonnet, really the one who they watchin'
I ran up this shit like Rocky
Left out the streets
Could've went vegan 'cause these niggas really ain't havin' no beef
Spent a house on my teeth
Baby Ray's sauce, man, all of these niggas is sweet
Johnny iced out my piece
Teachin' piano, ayy, I really been playin' with ki's
Jumpman on my feet
Cut off the leeches, now these niggas really ain't shit without me

Ayy, these diamonds, they shining
Came from Johnny
It ain't never been too hard to find me
All this ice got me changin' my climate
Bought this Carti' to switch up my timing
These niggas is bitches, that's just a reminder (uh-huh)
Stay away from the snakes 'cause they slimy (stay away)
Stay away from the fakes 'cause they grimy (stay away)
Not teachin' no lessons, I'm just bein' honest (Offset)

Okay (okay), let me come pop it (uh-huh)
Went to the top and I shopped, I'm a socket (hey)
Counted me out, but I do it for Rocket (take)
I took your bitch on a jet to the tropics (let's go)
Post on the block with the work, come and shop
Hit the flame, make it rain, make the bitch come and mop it (ha)
That nigga snitched for his pic', hit the docket (snitch)
Wrist got a lisp and it's spittin' out aqua (okay)
Dig up his grave if you reach for my chain
I ain't never been named, let that chopper go bang (bang)
Did a drill and we popped his head off like champagne (hey)
Green and white Forgis, this shit Notre Dame (double)
Double R Cullinan, brick of cocaine (brick)
Mental illness, the coupe got no brain (mental)
No filter, bitch, I'm tryna f*ck on your friend (smash)
Make the bitch sit, I'm the dawg, how she trained
Put her in Prada, she told me she proud of me (proud of who?)
I'ma shit on the ones that had doubted me (I'm shittin' on 'em)
I won't let a broke boy get no clout of me (broke boy)
I'ma let a ho boy get this thirty piece (ho boy)
Niggas try to call, but they can't get no reach (hey)
I'm in Malibu, Nobu up on the beach (Nobu)
White diamonds, albino, up in my teeth (albino)
Feel like Pac, I been prayin' for my enemies (yeah)

These diamonds, they shining
Came from Johnny
It ain't never been too hard to find me
All this ice got me changin' my climate
Bought this Carti' to switch up my timing
These niggas is bitches, that's just a reminder
Stay away from the snakes 'cause they slimy
Stay away from the fakes 'cause they grimy
Not teachin' no lessons, I'm just bein' honest
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Charles Forsberg, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Krishon Gaines, Ro'Darrion Harrison, Tylan Owens, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Mmhmm

(Ayo, BandPlay)
Ayy
(Let the BandPlay)

I just went bought a watch with a whole lot of diamonds to show all these niggas it's my time
Took a trip out to Cali to hang with the Crips, make a play, and get high off that zaza
I say RIP Kobe, a nigga so fly, when I ball, I'll f*ck around, skydive
So much chicken on me, could've went bought a Williams, a Rudy's, a big-ass Popeye's
In a whole different bracket, this life is immaculate
If you hit me for 'bows, then you know that I'm taxin'
Keep buying clothes, that shit still in the packages
If he say that he robbed me, he cappin' then
Really know niggas throw sevens like Kaepernick
You not blind, then you see that we havin' it
Known in my city, so no, I'm not average
Came a long way from dope in the cabinet

Niggas know that I step (uh-huh)
And the gang that I rep (uh-huh)
Went to Solomon, iced out the ten, put six hundred on all of our neck (uh-huh)
Paid in full like Mitch (mm-hm)
Really havin' this shit (mm-hm)
Got off that stuff, started rapping and six months later, I'm rich (mm-hm)

Nigga know I'm a stepper, I step with some elegance
All these niggas I'm with is some felons
And strapped with a pole, so I hope that you Heaven-sent
If they spin, make 'em wish that they never spinned
Most of these niggas is hoes, they be telling it
Man, I finna take over, I'm stampin' it
How you bang this? Hit that cell and ain't reppin' shit
Left your dog in that rain and ain't help with it
How is you solid? You ain't never dealt with it
You see, me, I come different, I'm blessed with it
Went got the Rollie, it go with my necklace
Thirty for both, you could die if you mess with it
Can't do the show if it don't got a check with it
These niggas po-po, I swear they irrelevant
Hatin' like I don't know that's really jealously
Knowing they mad that they no longer next to me

Niggas know that I step (uh-huh)
And the gang that I rep (uh-huh)
Went to Solomon, iced out the ten, put six hundred on all of our neck (uh-huh)
Paid in full like Mitch (mm-hm)
Really havin' this shit (mm-hm)
Got off that stuff, started rapping and six months later, I'm rich (mm-hm)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Xavier Landum, Krishon Gaines, William B. Shelby, Stephen Shockley, Leon III Sylvers, RoDarrion Harrison
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP




'02 Lakers

[ Featuring Ro$ama ]

(Shoot that ho, Jabari)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) bitch

Ayy, pour up a four of some Wock', I been leanin' like crazy
Niggas can't take my spot 'cause they lazy
You know I been running this shit for a minute
The f*ck niggas tryna erase me
All these bad bitches be tryna rape me
These niggas get greedy then start actin' shady
I come from the block, know that shit kind of made me
Now I ball every season like Brady
And these niggas broke, that's the reason they hatin'
Hit his bitch with a stroke, now she stalking my page
I'm locked in with the loc's, so you know what I'm bangin'
Got partners that's Bloods, I don't care what they claiming
'Cause we hit the club, if I swing then they swingin'
Just got some new drip and I can't even name it
I just got a new whip, that bitch pushing two-eighty
It's crazy, I just spent a brick on my baby
We're selling three fives, ballin' hard like I'm KD
What's rule number five? Think that they safe tryna play me
You know we outside, that's your city that raised me
I'm lit, who you know making Ms from the pavement
I came a long way from hittin' licks like the Takers
Been ballin' so hard, kinda feel like the Lakers
Ro Kobe, I'm Shaq and these niggas is faking
600 4L, bitch, come sign to the label

I really been having this shit online, go check the keypad and deadbolt
Try to reach for my chain and get reunited with Jesus and all of your dead folks
See, I started with raw then I went cooked up the rock before people's elbow
Ran over the game and then I start smoking these niggas, Suge Knight in the red coat
I been having more chicken than Chick-fil-A, tell Ben Frank, "It's my pleasure"
When they study sororities, alpha's, omega, just in case I need to step better
See, I'm in the spot with 'bout fifty O's, nigga, Floyd Mayweather
I been getting paper, yes, I'm on top of my shit, I'm a motherf*ckin' page hitter
Bang orange and blue like the Astros
Diamonds swim on me like a tadpole
Just to give me an edge, I start sippin' oil, my double cup full of that Castro
And you know that I'm hot, Tabasco
Gold ropes on me like a lasso
Try to get out of pocket and get your ass smoked like a Cuban, Fidel Castro (ayy)

Since a nigga came up, I ain't even gon' lie
I been having my way, f*cking bad hoes
Yeah, I got me some money, but don't think it's funny
The f*ck, do you think that this bag for?
I just got a new glizzy, my clip is extended
He run, bet I knock off his backbone
I ain't gon' lie, my shit roll like a trap phone
Hit the road, get the bag and come back home

Steady spittin' this shit like a camel
Burberry coat came from a mammal
And the stick on me and I'm ready to fire
I feel like a motherf*ckin' candle
Go out in the blaze like Just
Talk too much shit and get flushed
In the Airbnb, probably get my dick suck
While I beat all these levels in Candy Crush

You can't stay at my crib, pick your panties up
Oh, you mad? Well, ha-ha, ho, you let me f*ck
I just know you lil' niggas ain't man enough
Made me a mill' in a year, ho, I ran it up

See, I learned how to step in these Gucci shoes
Designated to drive and shoot it too
Catch me at a pool party with so many women
That still tryna show me they hoot-a-doo (I do it)
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Writer: John Barnes, Julian Mason, Rodarrion Harrison, Sharon Barnes, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP




Rock & Roll

Ay
Look baby I'm smooth and I'm different from niggas
Hmm
There ain't really nobody that's bigger
This shit getting scary they calling it thriller
It's crazy I just had a spot selling nickels
Run off if you want then your life in a pickle
It's simple don't play and get popped like a pimp
I bring niggas out it's like Carter versus Kimbell
O rental I'm known to hop out hit his temple
Go get the money that's all in my mental
He start acting funny we cut 'em or kill 'em
I came up from nothing turned into a dealer
A scammer whatever to make me that nigga
Shit now I file taxes they take 7 figures
You still want it all?
Peep the life that we living
We got all these diamonds
This money is endless
No kidding just come join the team be a witness

Aye it's a good day all these sticks on me like a hood day
Member punching on niggas at canaday
Can't lil boy me I'm the man today
Aye less go
Went and iced-out my wrist now I'm froze
I just wanna rock wanna roll
I just wanna rock wanna roll

Aye
Make it roll like the 80s did dope
I'm outrageous just spent 20K on a coat
Can't trip off a bitch but I'll trip 'bout the loaf
Make a toast 'cause we really been doing the most
Don't care 'bout the budget it's 40 a show
I can't go if I can't get my strap in the door
Can't come to your crib if a nigga can't smoke
You a joke and you can't tell me nun if you're broke
Think he better than me then that nigga off coke
If you not really "street" better watch where you poke
Yeah, my aim is elite if you know then you know
I'm the type that'll smoke your ass go do a show
Still drinking lean that's the way that I cope
With the fact that these niggas is leeches and hoes
Let 'em turn gangster he getting exposed
Heard he froze when they robbed his homeboy for his dope

Aye it's a good day all these sticks on me like a hood day
Member punching on niggas at canaday
Can't lil boy me I'm the man today
Aye less go
Went and iced-out my wrist now I'm froze
I just wanna rock wanna roll
I just wanna rock wanna roll
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Writer: Krishon Gaines, Rodarrion Harrison, Roger Troutman, Tony Coles Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP




Patience

(Tony Coles)
Ayy
Here, Tony
Ayy

See, I've been in a rush
Can't even just tell you the time because all of these watches gon' bust
Slightly holdin' my nuts
On all of my opps in the city because I just feel it's a must
Not a ho that I trust
Unless it's my mama, but she shouldn't lie to her son more than once
She told me that life would be simple, it wasn't
They handed me nothin', I turned it to somethin'
I come from the jungle with all of these apes and gorillas
If he reach then I'm facin' a nigga
Ahead, we ain't doin' no racing, lil' nigga
It's coming, be patient, lil' nigga
You know I'm the same, ain't really shit changed but the picture
My circle got smaller, not bigger
They either was fly or was standin' on business
We cut 'em, they better be glad we ain't kill 'em
They know me for rap, but let me tell you 'bout the dealer
They turnt up his spot off a nickel
They used to kick doors 'cause he had to go get it
The one never fold if he out on a mission
Them niggas was sleep, but now that I got they attention
Go tell 'em it's no competition
Ain't really been missin'
I come down the court with a slam and feel like a '89 Piston
This shit gettin' ridiculou
These niggas can't stop what I'm dishin'
Got hot, so they jumped out the kitchen
Niggas be hoes, they ain't built for the friction
That's best 'cause I really do rap what I'm livin'
Don't think that it's sweet 'cause I switched the path for my children
I promise that I'm still a villain
Yeah, I'm still a stepper that step for a living
Got paper, I swear it's a wonderful feeling
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Charles Nelson Forsberg, Tony Coles Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Mmhmm Remix

Ay
I just went bought a watch with a whole lot of diamonds
To show all these niggas it's my time
Took a trip out to Cali to hang with the crips
Make a play and get high off the zaza
I say RIP Kobe a nigga so fly when I ball
I f*ck around sky dive
So much chicken on me
Could've went bought a Williams a Rudy's
A big-ass Popeyes
In a whole different bracket this life is immaculate
If you hit me for bows then you know that I'm taxing 'em
Keep buying clothes and got shit still in packages
If he say that he robbed me he capping then
Really know niggas throw 7s like Kapernick
You not blind then you see that we having it
Known in my city so no I'm not average
Came a long way from dope in the cabinets

Niggas know that I step mmhmm
And the gang that I rep mmhmm
Went to Solomon iced-out the team
And put 600 all on our neck mmhmm
Paid in full like Mitch mmhmm
Really having this shit mmhmm
Got off of that stove started rapping
And six months later I'm rich mmhmm

Finesse 2 of 'em
Versace long sleeves on a nigga with the slacks
And the socks and the block
Old-school swag on a nigga but I still got the sack
And the scale and the Glock
Solid-gold chain everything almighty
Give a f*ck if you din't like me
Medusa on the deuce on the Cartier with the fade
And the dope boy Nikes, dope boy runner
I'm 'a keep it real keep it one thou
Everything go up gotta calm down
MCI Memphis in the feds
I was selling K2 sheets on the compound
When you see the PO it mean "Prince of Memphis"
F and G step gang hundred niggas with me
Million-dollars worth of jewels and I'm independent
Everybody like damn nigga really stepping

Niggas know that I step mmhmm
And the gang that I rep mmhmm
Went to Solomon iced-out the team
And put 600 all on our neck mmhmm
Paid in full like Mitch mmhmm
Really having this shit mmhmm
Got off of that stove started rapping
And six months later I'm rich mmhmm
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




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Released: December 1st, 2023
Year: 2023

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