Leekjaymusic - Big Picture (feat. Stunna 4 Vegas) Lyrics

Yessir
Oh we heating up
Hot hot hot
What u do Stunna
Touchdown and I give 'em hell
Pistol on me errywhere

Touch down and I give 'em hell
My pistol on me errywhere
I'm big picture
They can't test me
Yeah I bet they fail
They make me a target
They think I'm pussy
Cuz my music sell
I still a beat a Nigga block like 808 Kartel
They gone ring like they want the bells
My DNA tryna make some sales/cells
My lil brotha still in that cell
K Pd want us all in jail
I been off the loud
I make noise
Quiet ain't the smell
I'm puttin shit together
Like I produce
Like 808 Kartel

If you want smoke
Don't get ghost
Nigga go inhale
Un get a nigga gone like I just cast a spell
They ain't know I do magic
I gotta tax
I'm building clientele
I give em facts when I'm on wax this shit be hard as hell
This shit be dope it's cold
Bitch I'm the biggest 4 you know
I'm hot like on the stove
I'm sick bitch u might catch a cold
Swing the stick soon as he swing his doe
Leave the bitch before I leave the dope
Keep my fire im not gone bitch lie I be way too quick to squeeze it

I Touch down finna give 'em hell
Got hot game but I keep it playa
Bitch nigga bet not test me
Oh I bet he fail
Let this choppa rock
His body lock up when he catching shells
I'm puttin shit together
Like I produce
Like 808 Kartel
Touchdown and I give em hell
My lil nigga still make a sell
I'm all that I ain't key or kel
Unlock the doe gotta get the mail
They make me a target
They think I'm pussy
Cuz my music sell
I still a beat a Nigga block like 808 Kartel

My lil nigga get up close and leave the nigga pale
Yeah bitch we in the mix and you should follow trail
I ran it back
Ran up that sack
Don't care bout what I sell
They gone come back for moe
That's the second time
Bitch I'm uno
I got paid for a show
Gotta be alert cuz these hoes a go
She off the shits
And she ain't even slick
Cuz she think I'm on
I a f*ck in the parking lot
She got a Nigga
Can't bring her home
I'm far away
I'm not Spider Man
Can't save that hoe
We rockin out
Go play that note
Don't play that boy
That's karma bro
Hot as hell like a sauna tho
Solving shit
My problems gold
Bullshit on the side of the road
In my lane she gone hit my pole
Crashing out but I never fell
Above ground
But I give 'em hell

Un Touch down and I give 'em hell
My pistol on me errywhere
I'm big picture
They can't test me
Yeah I bet they fail
They make me a target
They think I'm pussy
Cuz my music sell
I still a beat a Nigga block like 808 Kartel
They gone ring like they want the bells
My DNA tryna make some sales/cells
My lil brotha still in that cell
K Pd want us all in jail
I been off the loud
I make noise
Quiet ain't the smell
I'm puttin shit together
Like I produce
Like 808 Kartel