Big Money General

[Intro]
Big Money

[Verse]
Who pumped this nigga up to go and make a diss?
Guess niggas mad they can't be part of this gang shit
Where was all this tough shit when niggas got stripped?
Or when your hearts got hit up and you ain't do shit?
Your mama a snitch, your brothers are snitches
Four boys, but she raised all bitches
Ain't lyin' in my raps, I ain't gotta cap
Mad at me 'cause you ain't shoot, what type of shit is that?
You ain't never even sent a shot at a sucker
Can't name a time I seen a sucker and they start bustin'
Should've bust your strap, 'cause I bust mine
Dropped a hundred in that whip, you crashed a couple times
I bet Tu would pop you up if he was alive
Y'all let real niggas die and nerds stay alive
I'm real Big Money, nigga, this my shit
I get real big money, pull up in foreign whips
You ain't get no money, drivin' a bitch shit
To go in four-nick kicks with a four-nick
Nu got fifty in the Glock if niggas want this
On Instagram niggas thuggin', but ain't on shit
I call shots and I bust chops
Got twenty stuffed up in my jeans, a Cardi B knot
Your cousin fuckin' with that sucker, she get hit too
Last time it was four, next time it's twenty-two
But I had real love for niggas
June 3rd, I knew you ain't have no love for niggas
But now niggas wanna lie on my name
I sad I wasn't gon' even do it, you just in it for fame
But you gon' get the fame when you up in your grave
That's why I send sucker niggas who speak on my name
How you TuTu Land and don't fuck with Sheik?
I ain't duckin' no smoke, who want it with me?