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big moochie grape - no fumbles lyrics

[intro]
gigantic, humongous
(let the band play)
(you know lilju made it)
yes, sir

[chorus]
yeah, uh, got out of jail and got back to the money (back to the money)
just left the bank, finna f_ck up three hundred (three hundred)
trappin’ that pack in the hood, my lil’ n_ggas, they steppin’ and stompin’ (steppin’ and stompin’)
poppin’ my sh_t, yeah, you know how i’m comin’ (uh_huh)
bring your big head, ride or die, danny thomas (uh_huh)
i’m the god in the hood and they treat me with honor (yes, sir)
catch me a pack and i run it, no fumbles (yes, sir)

[verse 1]
chasin’ the b_tch and i’m catchin’ these commas (these commas)
spot us an opp, he get flushed with this plunger (grrt, fah)
bankroll pink and green, cosmo and wanda (cosmo and wanda)
trap on ab, servin’ bob marley ganja (uh_huh)
dropped out of school, but still good with them numbers (them numbers)
my b_tch, she real bad, lookin’ like a rapunzel (a rapunzel)
keep me a rifle but not a deer hunter (uh_huh)
have some dark days but a light at the end of the tunnel (woo)
k!lleo with me, he ready to burn you (yeah, yeah)
n_gga feel froggy, got dracs for you kermit’s (bah)
school of hard knocks, yeah, i had to go earn it (fah, fah)
pop us a n_gga, they gave him a sermon (fah, fah)
kimefa n_gga but my car a german (fah)
i really made it out through my whole journey (yeah)
big booty maybach, came through that b_tch swervin’ (skrrt)
i need my money real urgent (fah)
caught me a pack, it came early (early)
ballin’ hard like julius erving (ball), we on your top like a turban (your top)
might take a trip out to turkey (yeah), send his ass up with the birdies (send him up)
not talkin’ money, then you know i’m curvin’ (i’m curvin’)
get me a drop and i send ’em real urgent (real urgent)
keep me a tucked, one hand, michael irvin (yeah), n_ggas see me and get nervous (yes, sir)
[chorus]
yeah, uh, got out of jail and got back to the money (back to the money)
just left the bank, finna f_ck up three hundred
trappin’ that pack in the hood, my lil’ n_ggas, they steppin’ and stompin’ (yeah)
poppin’ my sh_t, yeah, you know how i’m comin’ (poppin’ it)
bring your big head, ride or die, danny thomas (skrrt, skrrt)
i’m the god in the hood and they treat me with honor (honor, yeah)
catch me a pack and i run it, no fumbles (no fumbles)

[verse 2]
uh, goin’ hard, can’t call it quits
b_tches spot grape, now i’m signin’ they tits (they tits)
sippin’ on yellow, it came with the gris (the gris)
speakin’ of rich n_ggas, grape in the mix (i’m in the mix)
uppin’ the chop’ on the opp, then he glitch (woo)
k!llin’ these traitors like, “d_mn, moochie did?
yellow gold chain like i dipped it in p_ss (yeah)
play with my gang, you get shot in your sh_t (fah, fah)
f_cked up a check and i got that sh_t right back (right back)
f_ck them lil’ n_ggas, we come for the top half (top half)
soon as we spot you, that’s where you get popped at (popped at)
n_ggas be talkin’, they really not like that (on god)
i’m poppin’ my swag, yeah, you n_ggas gon’ bite that (bitin’_ass n_ggas)
fetch you a bone, yeah, you better bring it right back (right back)
pick your b_tch up from the back, she can’t fight that (smash, smash, smash, smash, smash, yeah, haha)
[chorus]
yeah, uh, got out of jail and got back to the money
just left the bank, finna f_ck up three hundred (giangic, gigantic)
trappin’ that pack in the hood, my lil’ n_ggas, they steppin’ and stompin’ (gigantic, big moochie)
poppin’ my sh_t, yeah, you know how i’m comin’ (yeah)
bring your big head, ride or die, danny thomas (yeah)
i’m the god in the hood and they treat me with honor (yeah)
catch me a pack and i run it, no fumbles (run it no fumbles, b_tch)

- big moochie grape

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