Shoreline Mafia - Big Tymer Lyrics

Ron-Ron, do that shit, bro
Ayy, close the door
(Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up)

(Ron-Ron, do that shit)

I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you
I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you
I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you
I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you

Shh
Tell your bitch be quiet
Dirty in my soda, I been on a molly diet (molly diet)
Niggas talkin' crazy, I just hope a nigga try it (hope he try it)
Every time I'm shoppin', if I want it, I'ma buy it (I be shoppin')
Hit it from the back, I'm finna f*ck her 'til she cryin' ('til she cryin')
Niggas talkin' money but I know these niggas lyin' (I know he lyin')
Ayy, we gon' put you to the test, nigga
This a big TEC, let it hit you on your chest, nigga

I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you
I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you
I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you
I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you

A rich nigga, I be on some big boy shit
I hit that bitch from the back, she can't get no thicker
I see my brother take a L, couldn't be more sicker
Drop the fourth up in the deuce, 'cause I don't drink no liquor
If you a trap nigga, better keep a strap, nigga
Got a couple hoes doin' drills in Chiraq, nigga
Oh, you think you sacked, nigga?
You just spent a rack, nigga
I just spent a dub
Lil' nigga you a dug
He ain't never in the hood

I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you
I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you
I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you
I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you

Real Big Tymer, I ain't talking 'bout no chain, chain
It's a lotta juice gained, sewin' up the dope game
Remixin' the Hen' and gettin' rich up off a cocaine
I just keep on gettin' it, fit my dick all on your ho brain
The 'Vert just cut up, now I hit your block and all you see is skeet
Runnin' up the cheese
Runners on my nigga, once I came out playin' freeze (freeze)
Don't leave your bitch around me, I might put her on her knees (I might)

I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you
I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you
I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you
I'm a Big Tymer, I rock all designer
I slid through your hood but a nigga couldn't find you