Big God Lyrics - Mike Will Made It

Ear Drummers 

Fuck is my ransom, homie? 

Hey wassup, tell me what's in your cup (what you sippin'?) 

You from the hood too, don't be actin' all stuck up 

You gettin' money lil' baby, I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin') 

I get to rollin' blunts while I'm talkin' to Gs 

Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck 

See me runnin' this shit up (flexin') 

Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up (talk to you) 

Only the lil' homie stuck 

Niggas tryin', niggas dyin', niggas greedy, everyday 

Shit get real, shit get hard, niggas need you, everyday 

Only the lil' homie stuck, big up 

Only the lil' homie stuck, yeah 

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Guess I'ma hold it down, I'ma hold it down 

I can't scratch this shit enough, don't snitch, bitch, hold it down 

Niggas ain't know shit, so quit the switch, don't fuck around 

What the fuck you pullin' out the gat for if you don't plan to blowin' it down? 

Bitch, you plottin' on yo' main man, I'm lookin' good for that 

Rest in peace to 44 P, they hurt the hood with that 

Look at all these po' ass kids, the hood fucked up 

This shit was never my dream, hustle from fuck ups 

Sit back, blowin' some green, talk to the big god 

Can you please bless my fam' with tickets too much to ask for 

Nigga need ya, niggas tryna be greedy 

Just want good for my people, forgive me of all my evils 

I don't mean a lot but you're tough and I need ya 

Everyone don't fuck, don't give a fuck, I keep her 

Baby hit the balls, baby rough on the weepers 

Scratchin' like a panther, puttin' bucks on the liters 

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Hey wassup, tell me what's in your cup (what you sippin'?) 

You from the hood too, don't be actin' all stuck up 

You gettin' money lil' baby, I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin') 

I get to rollin' blunts while I'm talkin' to Gs 

Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck 

See me runnin' this shit up (flexin') 

Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up (talk to you) 

Only the lil' homie stuck 

I pay all my niggas, y'all payin' the badge 

Live zone 6, with deep mac, trap way in the back (I remember my niggas) 

In front of church, guns, a TV and a bootleg DVD 

You old players need to stop hatin' on these young ballers 

Barkley and Shaq, TNT 

Diamond Lane, DLG 

Off the seven like BLB 

You almost high as GLD 

I'm from Compton so I don't expect you to understand my POV 

I done bossed up bosses, that's why I said I'm a young OG 

Now done sold more than a P and I ran from not one nigga 

Have you raised a bitch to lick dick, just come give her? (Hey) 

I took too much molly, alert the homies like come get her (fucked up) 

Hell naw, if you strapped or if he not so don't fuck with her (yeah) 

My niggas gon' be my niggas no matter what, so I'm stuck with them (yeah) 

My bitches like bitches but can't fuck, 'less I fuck with them 

Like a toilet, that's blocked up, yeah, I'm deep in this shit, no sleepin' 

I'm peepin', everythin' breathin', no love in this shit 

Go hard as the governor man, and no I'm not lovin' the bitch 

Remember when the trap was bunkin' 

Niggas I thought I was makin' money off of publishin' shit (Ha ha, that's crazy) 

I can't stop comin', that's why I got so many babies 

And bitches love a dog, that's why I got so many ladies (What) 

Hey wassup, tell me what's in your cup (what you sippin'?) 

You from the hood too, don't be actin' all stuck up 

You gettin' money lil' baby, I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin') 

I get to rollin' blunts while I'm talkin' to Gs 

Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck 

See me runnin' this shit up (flexin') 

Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up (talk to you) 

Only the lil' homie stuck 

Niggas tryin', niggas dyin', niggas greedy, everyday 

Shit get real, shit get hard, niggas need you, everyday 

Only the lil' homie stuck, big up 

Only the lil' homie stuck, yeah