CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Big Time
Getta Beats
Ayy, what up, Getta?
This b*t*h hard, I ain't gon' lie
RJ always tripping, man
Ayy, ayy,?Sh*ttyBoyz?(RJ always tripping,?man)
Face six 'Woods, now I'm big?high
In the rush to the pape, big time
Strap hanging out?the?bag,?that's a big?.9
If they put?you in that room, you gon' 6ix9ine
I ain't lying, I'm big time
Hit Saks, light thrust, yeah, it's drip time
750 Yeez' jugg, that's a quick five
On South Beach hitting dimes 'cause I'm big time
SB in the lab, I can't switch sides
Caution cone on me, I ain't letting sh*t slide
All hustle, no luck, I'ma get mine
Stan said that we winning, that's a big [?]
Hit that b*t*h from the back, I'm a soul snatcher
If she try and take a pic, I'ma phone grab her
If I lift the buffs up, I'll be swole after
Free smoke through this b*t*h, you don't want cancer
Gregg Popovich, I'm on the drawing board
This a head shot, what the f**k's the armor for?
It's kinda f**ked up that I ain't got a heart no more
I'm big Tron, touch me and you gon' start a war
I'm a shooter, yeah, I used to ball a little
To the pape, hell yeah, I might jog a little
Off-White, black and white, I'm a fraud official
Hellhounds with me, I'll send a dog to get you
Face six 'Woods, now I'm big high
In the rush to the pape, big time
Strap hanging out the bag, that's a big .9
If they put you in that room, you gon' 6ix9ine
I ain't lying, I'm big time
Hit Saks, light thrust, yeah, it's drip time
750 Yeez' jugg, that's a quick five
On South Beach hitting dimes 'cause I'm big time
Neck bustdown, remember when I miss mines
I'm Xzibit with the chop, I'll pimp ride
"BabyTron, that boy in prime"
Is the gang winning? B*t*h, does a blimp fly?
Two straps in my bag, I could hill climb
Two liter turning black, feel like Bill Nye
Wouldn't p*ss Stan off 'cause you will die
Lil' foreign b*t*h eating hummus while she sip wine
Ha-ha, I'm still granny's lil' angel
I'm the Punch God, look at God and I thank him
Jumped off the plank, why the f**k are they hating?
He jumped in the deep end and turned into Plankton
I think I'm on to something in this Off-White
Get him blue crossing lines, he on off-sides
The 'Cat barking but I swear to God I'm all bite
Y'all doubted Tron but I swear to God it's alright
I swear to God I'm all bite
Y'all doubted Tron but I swear to God it's alright (They doubted me)
I swear to God it's alright
Y'all doubted Tron but I swear to God it's alright (You know why?)
'Cause I'm big time (You ain't hear?)
B*t*h, I'm big time (You said what?)
Hell yeah, b*t*h, I'm big time (Turn me up, huh, ayy)
You ain't hear that I was big time?
Face six 'Woods, now I'm big high
In the rush to the pape, big time
Strap hanging out the bag, that's a big .9
If they put you in that room, you gon' 6ix9ine
I ain't lying, I'm big time
Hit Saks, light thrust, yeah, it's drip time
750 Yeez' jugg, that's a quick five
On South Beach hitting dimes 'cause I'm big time
Ayy, what up, Getta?
This b*t*h hard, I ain't gon' lie
RJ always tripping, man
Ayy, ayy,?Sh*ttyBoyz?(RJ always tripping,?man)
Face six 'Woods, now I'm big?high
In the rush to the pape, big time
Strap hanging out?the?bag,?that's a big?.9
If they put?you in that room, you gon' 6ix9ine
I ain't lying, I'm big time
Hit Saks, light thrust, yeah, it's drip time
750 Yeez' jugg, that's a quick five
On South Beach hitting dimes 'cause I'm big time
SB in the lab, I can't switch sides
Caution cone on me, I ain't letting sh*t slide
All hustle, no luck, I'ma get mine
Stan said that we winning, that's a big [?]
Hit that b*t*h from the back, I'm a soul snatcher
If she try and take a pic, I'ma phone grab her
If I lift the buffs up, I'll be swole after
Free smoke through this b*t*h, you don't want cancer
Gregg Popovich, I'm on the drawing board
This a head shot, what the f**k's the armor for?
It's kinda f**ked up that I ain't got a heart no more
I'm big Tron, touch me and you gon' start a war
I'm a shooter, yeah, I used to ball a little
To the pape, hell yeah, I might jog a little
Off-White, black and white, I'm a fraud official
Hellhounds with me, I'll send a dog to get you
Face six 'Woods, now I'm big high
In the rush to the pape, big time
Strap hanging out the bag, that's a big .9
If they put you in that room, you gon' 6ix9ine
I ain't lying, I'm big time
Hit Saks, light thrust, yeah, it's drip time
750 Yeez' jugg, that's a quick five
On South Beach hitting dimes 'cause I'm big time
Neck bustdown, remember when I miss mines
I'm Xzibit with the chop, I'll pimp ride
"BabyTron, that boy in prime"
Is the gang winning? B*t*h, does a blimp fly?
Two straps in my bag, I could hill climb
Two liter turning black, feel like Bill Nye
Wouldn't p*ss Stan off 'cause you will die
Lil' foreign b*t*h eating hummus while she sip wine
Ha-ha, I'm still granny's lil' angel
I'm the Punch God, look at God and I thank him
Jumped off the plank, why the f**k are they hating?
He jumped in the deep end and turned into Plankton
I think I'm on to something in this Off-White
Get him blue crossing lines, he on off-sides
The 'Cat barking but I swear to God I'm all bite
Y'all doubted Tron but I swear to God it's alright
I swear to God I'm all bite
Y'all doubted Tron but I swear to God it's alright (They doubted me)
I swear to God it's alright
Y'all doubted Tron but I swear to God it's alright (You know why?)
'Cause I'm big time (You ain't hear?)
B*t*h, I'm big time (You said what?)
Hell yeah, b*t*h, I'm big time (Turn me up, huh, ayy)
You ain't hear that I was big time?
Face six 'Woods, now I'm big high
In the rush to the pape, big time
Strap hanging out the bag, that's a big .9
If they put you in that room, you gon' 6ix9ine
I ain't lying, I'm big time
Hit Saks, light thrust, yeah, it's drip time
750 Yeez' jugg, that's a quick five
On South Beach hitting dimes 'cause I'm big time
