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big hit – speaking in codes lyrics

[verse 1: big hit]
i used to be a young g with a old soul
now young gs say og got all the young hoes
i feel like 24, sittin’ on these 24s
young s+x addict, nympho, sicko mode
i feel like big sean, bounce back against the odds
a king, wave god, salute hit+boy & nas
i fight the urge to purge, when i’m broke+ the more inspired
n+gga, f+ck with c+deuce and c3, i’m not retirin’ (hit+boy)

[verse 2: big hit]
it’s a border crisis so i f+ck with the board of [?]
now n+ggas wanna go to war over the lowest prices
i’m beatin’ all tickets on chickens and popsicles
i built my own range just to bick it and pop pistols
i’m loaded down with missiles, i’m chilly, i’m chasin’ mills
while these n+ggas runnin’ in circles, chasin’ their tail
lil brodie, you look lonely without your homies
them ain’t your cronies, shoulda known them n+ggas police
you only got a split second to think so never blink
this here’s for free, usually i charge a fee
should been stopped bangin’ when they snitched on ya for the banger
should been stopped slangin’ when they got on the stand singin’
n+ggas bleed like i bleed, n+ggas breathe like i breathe (nah, real sh+t)
n+ggas eat, sh+t and sleep like i sleep (uh huh)
n+gga, i don’t fear sh+t (the p and the big hit)
n+gga ever disrespect, (butcher comin’, yo) i’ll go to war in this b+tch
[verse 3: benny the butcher]
sold dope to feed the family, thank god i’m gettin’ this bread (ah)
it’s crazy that i’m at odds with n+ggas i fed
i never slept in it, but i’m stashin’ money in that house
started my second trap with 2 junkies and an ounce
too lazy to make a million— that never was us (that ain’t me)
nah, b+tch, that’s 70+ in that measurin’ cup
see, i ain’t one of them n+ggas that you can buy 2k for
different cities, i see titties every night like drake tour
i was good on the front, i only want what i paid for (that’s all)
draft pick number 1 but i never played sports
what’s rap to us? i made a million on a mobile phone
park this benz in the projects to let ‘em know that i’m home
look at us now, gangsta, crookedest smile
i know my old plug gotta look at me proud (gotta be proud)
i know i hurt them hoes feelings when they see me
off the watch, i f+ck ‘em easy
i hit ‘em first, i’m gettin’ greedy (gettin’ greedy)
you know these n+ggas gon’ hate off the fact we winnin’ (fact we winnin’)
they say this gangsta sh+t don’t come with happy endings (happy endings)
bought 2 glock gen4s with the matchin’ switches (brrr)
then 2 benz s+classes with the matchin’ engines
let’s go

[chorus: big hit]
i’m speakin’ in codes without movin’ my lips
i’m sneakin’ tons across without movin’ them bricks
yeah, you know it’s liquid now, i had to break it down
wavin’ at the border patrol, crackin’ a smile
there’s sharks out here, gotta learn to finesse around
ain’t no lifeguards in these waters, surf or down
i’m filthy with the finance, i’ll flip faith in a flash
i forklift the bricks, flatbed the cash
[verse 3: big hit]
am i wrong if i put a snitch d+ck in the dirt?
am i wrong if i put a police brains on the curb?
i’m on a missionary’s mission, i’m still mourning for nipsey
i ain’t got room for dissin’, i just handle my business
pdl, i stay sucka+free in a land of lollipops
spray on a sucka [?] for all these ticks and [?]
serve a n+gga like a warrant, f+ck a [?] when you’re warrin’
in the blind, in the mornin’
no sign, no warnin’
bullets pourin’, but nah, they ain’t rain, they ain’t lightinin’
that thunder make you wonder, think it’s isis out there fightin’
n+ggas eyes bright as brightness, that assault rifle frightenin’
n+ggas fleein’, n+ggas flightin’
but the [?] bullets bitin’

- big hit lyrics

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