Big Time Lyrics - Vince Staples

Alright, alright, alright 

Man I love my bitches 

Man they photogenic 

Snatched em straight up out they Richardson mag they do my dishes 

Man I love this Cripping 

Man my homies with it 

All these murders they ain't got enough ambulances with 'em 

I ain't paying homage to nobody with no bodies 

I don't care bout yo Ferrari I'll snatch you out that Bentley 

Was cramming into Civics 'round 2010ish 

Piled in the studio when not a nigga would listen Now we're big time, big time, big time 

Now we're big time, big time, big time 

Now we're big time, big time, big time 

Hands up baby don't you see this big nine 

Screamin' fuck the world like that shit mine 

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Player shit player made 

I'm stuck in my player ways 

I just made a play today 

She gave me some play today 

My Jordan was lawaway 

I caught me a fade a day 

Around where Janaya stay 

My 40 go dumb in a major way 

I come from the game where they pay to play 

These rappers extorted like everyday 

That Yankee I'm sporting like every day 

Just played me a show they paid 80k 

I put it away for a rainy day 

You never know when you gon catch a case 

You never know when you gon catch an opp 

We kill ever day like where Sosa stay 

You might get a pass 

Photos 

Now we're big time, big time, big time 

Now we're big time, big time, big time 

Now we're big time, big time, big time 

Hands up baby don't you see this big nine 

Screamin' fuck the world like that shit mine 

Big timer like Manny and Baby 

Don't play with that man cause he crazy 

With Demon and Ocho from Bompton 

They stomping out niggas like Stacy 

The radio never gon play me quit if my label don't pay me 

I'll run up in there with my gun in the air screaming give me the shit you owe Jay Z 

Bandana like Jayo from Daygo's 

My temper depend how my day go 

My girl do whatever I say so 

She ain't got no reason to say no 

I ain't wish for nothing but hood rich 

You ain't seen how grimey my hood get 

I been on some up to no good shit 

You on that Cuba in Boyz N da Hood shit 

I go down to Cuba and find me a plug 

Sick of these rappers not selling no drugs 

Sick of this industry playing these games 

Sick of my enemies saying my name 

Harder than niggas since Hollister nigga 

I'll body a nigga for saying I can't 

You should have known I go hard in the paint 

You should have known ain't no stopping my wave 

Big time, time, time, time, time, time, time 

Big time, time, time, time, time, time, time 

Next time on Poppy street 

Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?