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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)

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