Young Ev - BIG Lyrics

Put the music back on
Ay, big bands inside the safe
Rich ass, big ass estate
Big class, she got good taste
Big ass, she got no waste
Big knots stuffed in Balmain
Half a mill, that's on my plate
Big Ben, we makin' plays
Made a ton started with an 8th
Big knots in my jeans
I'm too clean, ay
Roll my weed, sour D
I can't breathe, ay
I'm a fiend when it comes to USD, ay
But I could ball out in whatever currency
Ay, I'm locked in
I'm 6'2 in this grand coupe
I feel boxed in
But I'm blessed, I just double checked like God did
God did and I'm clean
Now when I'm flossed up and I'm saucin'
My dog's up and we bossed up
And these knots keep revolving
Ay, hundred racks
In my duffel bag is double that
Send ten, I'm sendin' double back
Try a go, you ain't comin' back
If they hidin' out where his mother at
Then we findin' out where his brother at
Then we slidin' out where his brother at
We ain't playin' with you, tell your cousin that
Yeah, now you better listen
Don't even try me when you see me out
Cause you know that I'm grippin'
I got a 40 and I keep it on me for one of these pussies
If they try to strip me
I can't believe a hoe that tries to act too pretty
They can't finesse me
I was the one finessin' if you wanna get up to get with me
I went to West Virginia just to do a show
And then drive back to the city
I went to West Virginia just to hit a hoe
And then drive back to the city
We was in West Virginia when Matt got a DUI
But he wasn't with me
I went to West Virginia
Seen Ben get jumped by five, six lil' biddies
Ayy, it was gettin' wild out there in Wheeling
Wait, since a child I've been winnin'
Ayy, I'm bout' to lap'em might pop a Wheelie
I'm bout' to blow a whole hundred racks on nothin'
Really, that's just silly
Really, that's just silly