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Big Tymer, nigga, yeah, pulling trigger, yeah
Oh-ah-oh (You did good, Slick)
A player hater flipper, yeah, grave filler, yeah
Oh-ah-oh (It's a Smash)
Big Tymer, nigga, yeah, pulling trigger, yeah
Oh-ah-oh, oh-ah-oh, oh-ah-oh
A player hater flipper, yeah, grave filler, yeah
Ohh, they mad, they mad, hah (North, North)
Big Tymer, nigga, yeah, pulling trigger, yeah
Yeah, they mad, they mad (North, North)
A player hater flipper, yeah, grave filler, yeah
Ohh, they mad, they mad, hah (North, North)
Big Tymer, nigga, yeah, pulling triggеr, yeah
Huh, they mad, they mad (North, North)
A playеr hater flipper, yeah, grave filler, yeah
Yeah
I'm a Northside killer, yeah, grave filler, yeah
A opp brain spiller, yeah, pull the trigger, yeah
Put a cop in a swisher, yeah, pill sniffer, yeah
Eastern Bloc Spinner, yeah, fingers in the air
Motherfuck a bitch, I'ma dog yeah, Slick a hard head
In the kitchen cooking raw, yeah, until it's hard, yeah
Screaming, "Mother-fuck the law" yeah, we ball here
Codeine sipping, I'm a Barre head, retarded
Got a thing for some big weapons and thick women
I keep tryna get the dose right, but keep missing
Put another bullet in that boy (Boom), he keep twitching
Throw the 3 up like I'm trigga trey (Grey), I keep swishing
Two wrists, that's four tones, Bentley snow cone
Chain worth a home loan, and that's with no stones
Big truck, fuck the ozone, getcha roll on
Shooting 'til my veins blown, what can go wrong?
Shoot until his brains gone, make his son watch
Popping different color Xannies, how I bar hop
Guess I'm getting close to granny's, hear them gun shots?
When they begging for their life, it take the fun out
(Yeah, North, North)
Ohh, they mad, they mad
(Let's go)
Tryna do what we do, but they know they can't
(Go, go, Slicky)
Ohh, stay mad, stay mad
(Let's go)
Forever with the gang, and it's grey that we chant
Fifty-nine on my back, like I'm Jack Ham
Sixteen was selling dope up out the Trans Am
Now I'm laughing to the bank and swerving black rams
Got my daddy tripping, saying, "I be god damn"
Top down, I be cooking 'til the pot burn
Choppa clip like my bitch, they both got curves
Swear these boys ain't got much, but they got nerve
Lemme find the right word
I'm that motherfucking one, yeah, go dumb, yeah
Put a blade up in his lungs, yeah (North), you come near
We can scrap without them guns, yeah (Yeah), it's fun, yeah
Turn a opp into my son, yeah (Lit), some crumbs, here
Know you hurting for them funds, yeah, a bum, yeah
Quarterbacking in your armchair, with crossed legs
Give a fuck 'bout what the law said (Turn me up), they all dead
Bitch, I'm motherfucking North bred, a hard head, Slick
(North)
Big Tymer, nigga, yeah, pulling trigger
Yeah (North, North)
Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah
A player hater flipper, yeah, grave filler
Yeah (North, North)
Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah
Big Tymer, nigga, yeah, pulling trigger
Yeah (North, North)
Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah
A player hater flipper, yeah, grave filler
Yeah (North, North)
Ah, ohh, they mad, they mad, hah
Big Tymer, nigga, yeah, pulling trigger
Yeah (North, North)
A player hater flipper, yeah, grave filler
Yeah (North, North)
Huh, they mad, they mad (North, North)
Big Tymer, nigga, yeah, pulling trigger
Yeah (North, North)
Ohh, they mad, they mad
Hah (North, North)
A player hater flipper, yeah, grave filler
Yeah (North, North)
Yeah, they mad, they mad