Blrrd, Big Blrrd, pussy, nigga
This shit just do not get no bigger, man
We don't even say: The biggest no more, man
We– we BTTP, man, knew that already

Ayy, okay, B-double-TP, we bigger than the program, nigga
We don't say: The biggest no more
we just say: Shit get no bigger
Cars, money, drugs, and killers
when I shoot guns, I smile, nigga
Been married to the streets
but ain't have to walk down an aisle, nigga
I took a life and earned some stripes
I and-one'd on a foul, nigga
Swear with that Drac', I do shit bogus
go ask [?] 'bout it, nigga

I feel like Shiesty O'Connor
this McLaren is fast and furious
I took souls up in the trenches
this what the streets recommended
I know why most rappers bitches
and I'm finna tell you the difference
They tryna live what they rap
meanwhile I'm rappin' how I'm livin'
You can ask my whole city
I wouldn't be shit without Memphis
Every time I speak in code on wax
they the only ones who get it
Sunday, MLK Park, a hundred cars, bitches litty
Took EP by Southland Mall
stopped at Dixie Queen for some chicken
I run a multi-million-dollar operation in South Memphis
Rapper-wise, he might be king
in the streets, I'm the governor, nigga
You get robbed just like your favorite
rapper if you don't tap in with us
They givin' ten years for a switch
I went factory-reset trigger
Twelve-hundred-horsepower Tracky
I'm beggin' for a couple high-speeds
In this Jeep Grand Cherokee, I see like five FRTs
You done lost count of every nigga you shot
boy, you just like me
You can't take the switch up off
this Glock 'cause this a 18C
Been stuck in Cali for a week
I'm plugged in Oakland with the tree
I ran to Georgia 'bout a peach, I'm tryna knock GG or D
30 gang, I'm CMO for life, my shit say CGE
Millions cool, but I ain't satisfied until I get a B
I'm in South Memphis with some GMO killers from the D
My Florida ho on groupie time, askin' can she see Cane Creek
Dope, hoes, and guns
Willett Street or nothin', I'm from DAG
Ask KD how I get little, I got a fetish for high speed
I got the drop, they at the cemetery
we both hopped out on feet
I'm tryna score while they visit the dead
it ain't no rest in peace
Four hundred shots in the car like I'm BJ 'nem
long live Street
Knock on your door with cable boxes, dressed up like Xfinity
If this CO bitch bring me the bomb, I know she feelin' me
I was in jail payin' all my members' bonds
who keep it real as me?
You blew the LCI, went to the pen', you might ran across me
Your paperwork clean, you ain't know anything
you walkin' yards like me
Keep all them fuck niggas out your
game room if you knock a police
You plugged in with the scripts and sheets
penitentiary rich like me
In my Ferrari
tryna pack three bitches in the passenger seat
Broke my veneers, so I put diamonds on
the front and back of my teeth, nigga

Ayy, okay, B-double-TP, we bigger than the program, nigga
We don't say: The biggest no more
we just say: Shit get no bigger
Cars, money, drugs, and killers
when I shoot guns, I smile, nigga
Been married to the streets
but ain't have to walk down an aisle, nigga
I took a life and earned some stripes
I and-one'd on a foul, nigga
Swear with that Drac', I do shit bogus
go ask [?] 'bout it, nigga

I know why most rappers bitches
and I'm finna tell you the difference
They tryna live what they rap
meanwhile I'm rappin' how I'm livin'
Rapper-wise, he might be king
in the streets, I'm the governor, nigga
Swear with that Drac', I do shit bogus
go ask [?] 'bout it, nigga