Mike WiLL Made It – Big God (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Ear Drummer
Fuck is my ransom, homie?

[Chorus: Trouble]
Heyy wassup, tell me what’s in your cup
You from the hood too, don’t be actin’ all stuck up
You gettin’ money lil baby, I guess we eatin’
I get to rollin’ blunts while I’m talkin’ to Gs
You only a lil’ homie, you hear me?
See me runnin’ this shit up
Only the lil’ homie stuck, big up
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

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Guess I’mma hold it down, I’mma hold it down
I can’t scratch this shit enough
Don’t snitch bitch, hold it down
Niggas ain’t no 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
[?] good for that
Rest in peace to [?]
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 fucked up
Sit back, blowin’ some green, talk to the big god
Can you please bless my fam’ [?]
[?] take you too much to ask for
Nigga need ya, you can try to be greedy
Just want good for my people
Forget 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 pebble, puttin’ on bucks on the liters

[Chorus: Trouble]
Heyy wassup, tell me what’s in your cup
You from the hood too, don’t be actin’ all stuck up
You gettin’ money lil baby, I guess we eatin’
I get to rollin’ blunts while I’m talkin’ to Gs
You only a lil’ homie, you hear me?
See me runnin’ this shit up
Only the lil’ homie stuck, big up
Only the lil’ homie stuck

[Verse 2: Problem]
I pay all my niggas, y’all payin’ the badge
Live zone 6, with deep mac, trap way in the back
In front [?] a TV and a bootleg DVD
You old players gotta 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 Canvas, I don’t expect you to understand my POV
I done bossed up bosses, that’s why I said I’m a young OG
[?] sold more than a P and I ran from not one nigga
Have you raised a bitch [?] dick, just come give her (Hey)
I took too much molly, alert the homies like come get her
Hell naw, if you strapped or if he not so don’t fuck with her
My niggas gon’ be my niggas no matter what, so I’m stuck with them
My bitches like bitches but can’t fuck, ‘less I fuck with them
[?] I’m deep in this shit, no sleepin’
I’m peepin’, everything breathin’, no love in this shit
The [?] is governor man, and no I’m not lovin’ the bitch
Remember when the trap was bunkin’
Niggas I thought I was makin’ money off 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)

[Chorus: Trouble]
Heyy wassup, tell me what’s in your cup
You from the hood too, don’t be actin’ all stuck up
You gettin’ money lil baby, I guess we eatin’
I get to rollin’ blunts while I’m talkin’ to Gs
You only a lil’ homie, you hear me?
See me runnin’ this shit up
Only the lil’ homie stuck, big up
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

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