Howdy mothaf*cka
You know, it's ya boy Big B, in this bitch
You know what I'm sayin, f*ck cancer, that hoe's a bitch
Fire the engine, keep the trap running huh
Fire the choppas and them gats on em uh
We ont f*ck with roaches or them rats homie
Yea I feel like a migo hunnid racks on me
Yea, pocket full of blues, das a bankroll
Pull out a deposit, yea the bank closed
Runnin this shit, like Hussein bolt
Psychedelic diamonds on me like a rainbow
Rollin, I got blue teslas, at Odezsa
Focused, with precision, like a Smith and Wesson
F&N, on me, 223 reload it
Bitch, quit playing, acting like you a jibroni
She wanna look in the mirror, while we f*cking in the backseat
I taught that bitch how to run in the field runner, runner like an athlete
White girl, Ashley, track suit, no track meets
Brief cases with the blue faces, crew chasing all the racks with me
I feel like the highest, where my f*cking stoners?
Shawty got perfect timing, put a Rollie on her
Watch me push the pack it came from California
Skrt, skrt, skrt, punch the gas, I'm doing donuts
Yea f*ck cancer, Big B
Think you go as hard as him? Bitch please
Yea f*ck cancer, Big B
Praying to the Lord keep my brothers with me
I done been through the mud, been through the rain
The struggle made me strong, and ion feel a thang
Even cancer can't kill off my brain
Imma make you bitches scream go insane
Thicc Asian baby giraffe call it Ashley Wang
Shout out to the youngin Mr. Jakob Teng
Yeah I'm from the H, that's where we swang
I'm not a banger, but omegas my gang
I'm reloadin clips, makin stupid hits
Gunna 'spired drip, high off a zip
Can't see me in 5% tint
My pockets fat like a tumor, all you got is lint
I'm posted with the team, you ain't part of this clique
I'm so hot even corona can't get me sick
Bitch it's 2020, if I'm going out Imma die lit
I control the air like a pilot
Imma rep my city, shout out dirty Cypress
I feel like the highest, where my f*cking stoners?
Shawty got perfect timing, put a Rollie on her
Watch me push the pack it came from California
Skrt, skrt, skrt, punch the gas, I'm doing donuts
Yea f*ck cancer, Big B
Think you go as hard as him? Bitch please
Yea f*ck cancer, Big B
Praying to the Lord keep my brothers with me
Yung Byno - Fuck Cancer (feat. Big B) [Edited] Lyrics
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Howdy mothaf*cka
You know, it's ya boy Big B, in this bitch
You know what I'm sayin, f*ck cancer, that hoe's a bitch
Fire the engine, keep the trap running huh
Fire the choppas and them gats on em uh
We ont f*ck with roaches or them rats homie
Yea I feel like a migo hunnid racks on me
Yea, pocket full of blues, das a bankroll
Pull out a deposit, yea the bank closed
Runnin this shit, like Hussein bolt
Psychedelic diamonds on me like a rainbow
Rollin, I got blue teslas, at Odezsa
Focused, with precision, like a Smith and Wesson
F&N, on me, 223 reload it
Bitch, quit playing, acting like you a jibroni
She wanna look in the mirror, while we f*cking in the backseat
I taught that bitch how to run in the field runner, runner like an athlete
White girl, Ashley, track suit, no track meets
Brief cases with the blue faces, crew chasing all the racks with me
I feel like the highest, where my f*cking stoners?
Shawty got perfect timing, put a Rollie on her
Watch me push the pack it came from California
Skrt, skrt, skrt, punch the gas, I'm doing donuts
Yea f*ck cancer, Big B
Think you go as hard as him? Bitch please
Yea f*ck cancer, Big B
Praying to the Lord keep my brothers with me
I done been through the mud, been through the rain
The struggle made me strong, and ion feel a thang
Even cancer can't kill off my brain
Imma make you bitches scream go insane
Thicc Asian baby giraffe call it Ashley Wang
Shout out to the youngin Mr. Jakob Teng
Yeah I'm from the H, that's where we swang
I'm not a banger, but omegas my gang
I'm reloadin clips, makin stupid hits
Gunna 'spired drip, high off a zip
Can't see me in 5% tint
My pockets fat like a tumor, all you got is lint
I'm posted with the team, you ain't part of this clique
I'm so hot even corona can't get me sick
Bitch it's 2020, if I'm going out Imma die lit
I control the air like a pilot
Imma rep my city, shout out dirty Cypress
I feel like the highest, where my f*cking stoners?
Shawty got perfect timing, put a Rollie on her
Watch me push the pack it came from California
Skrt, skrt, skrt, punch the gas, I'm doing donuts
Yea f*ck cancer, Big B
Think you go as hard as him? Bitch please
Yea f*ck cancer, Big B
Praying to the Lord keep my brothers with me
You know, it's ya boy Big B, in this bitch
You know what I'm sayin, f*ck cancer, that hoe's a bitch
Fire the engine, keep the trap running huh
Fire the choppas and them gats on em uh
We ont f*ck with roaches or them rats homie
Yea I feel like a migo hunnid racks on me
Yea, pocket full of blues, das a bankroll
Pull out a deposit, yea the bank closed
Runnin this shit, like Hussein bolt
Psychedelic diamonds on me like a rainbow
Rollin, I got blue teslas, at Odezsa
Focused, with precision, like a Smith and Wesson
F&N, on me, 223 reload it
Bitch, quit playing, acting like you a jibroni
She wanna look in the mirror, while we f*cking in the backseat
I taught that bitch how to run in the field runner, runner like an athlete
White girl, Ashley, track suit, no track meets
Brief cases with the blue faces, crew chasing all the racks with me
I feel like the highest, where my f*cking stoners?
Shawty got perfect timing, put a Rollie on her
Watch me push the pack it came from California
Skrt, skrt, skrt, punch the gas, I'm doing donuts
Yea f*ck cancer, Big B
Think you go as hard as him? Bitch please
Yea f*ck cancer, Big B
Praying to the Lord keep my brothers with me
I done been through the mud, been through the rain
The struggle made me strong, and ion feel a thang
Even cancer can't kill off my brain
Imma make you bitches scream go insane
Thicc Asian baby giraffe call it Ashley Wang
Shout out to the youngin Mr. Jakob Teng
Yeah I'm from the H, that's where we swang
I'm not a banger, but omegas my gang
I'm reloadin clips, makin stupid hits
Gunna 'spired drip, high off a zip
Can't see me in 5% tint
My pockets fat like a tumor, all you got is lint
I'm posted with the team, you ain't part of this clique
I'm so hot even corona can't get me sick
Bitch it's 2020, if I'm going out Imma die lit
I control the air like a pilot
Imma rep my city, shout out dirty Cypress
I feel like the highest, where my f*cking stoners?
Shawty got perfect timing, put a Rollie on her
Watch me push the pack it came from California
Skrt, skrt, skrt, punch the gas, I'm doing donuts
Yea f*ck cancer, Big B
Think you go as hard as him? Bitch please
Yea f*ck cancer, Big B
Praying to the Lord keep my brothers with me
Writer: Brian Nguyen, Brian Park
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid