YNG Rilla - Big Mad Lyrics

Ah, shit
Yo, this is my shit right here, man
It's like, uh..
Like a motherf*ckin' stitch, I be stayin' in the cut
All my shooters, they is dogs, like a motherf*ckin' mutt
I got five bands on me, gotta keep my shit tucked
I'm a ho for the money, that's a motherf*ckin' slut
Like a camel, I be spittin', I spit on the beat
It get heated when we f*ckin', when we f*ckin' the sheets
Brand new AR-15, got it strapped in the seat
Uh, I got a brand new chopper, and it still got the tags
Remember, I was broke now, I come up from rags
Feenin' for the money, we ain't pickin' at Scabs
Bro got in with me, and we ran up some racks
I really do this shit , so they call me a winner
Bust my ass, 9 to 5, hungry cook me some dinner
Pray to God every day, so you know I'm a sinner
F*ckin' all night, yeah, I'm really gettin' slimmer
Like, I'm really gettin' slimmer
Cause she still bad, you know they mad
Got a big mag, we get big racks
That's a big fact, you get hit back
Watch it click-clack, cause I move tac
Hold up, not a fitted, not a snapback
Keep my hip black, that's a big wrap
That's a big fact, that's a big fact
Like a motherf*ckin' stitch, I be stayin' in the cut
All my shooters, they is dogs, like a motherf*ckin' mutt
I got five bands on me, gotta keep my shit tucked
I'm a ho for the money, that's a motherf*ckin' slut
Got a brand new chopper, and it still got the tags
Remember, I was broke now, and I come up from rags
Feenin' for the money, we ain't pickin' at Scabs
Bro got in with me, and we ran up some rags
Damn, bro