big $oho fab - moolah lyrics
(moolah chorus: big $oho fab)
3 vans 9 shooters, block them manuevers
thats horror, thats torture, lex, luger
wrist cooler, opps, boom em’
pockets on td, believe me, moolah
(verse 1: big $oho fab)
sliding is easy, glizzy hold twelve for n+ggas who pop sh+t
tell homie to pull it, ain’t stopping these bullets
tipped in the corona, they toxic, got an opp thot, she f+cking for weed
get nasty for runtz, im callin up squeeze
f+ck with the so, know we the best, treesh on her knees, fiend for finesse
just the beginning, never bе over, poppin nucynta
geeking like sosa, bae wanna know how i whip up this work
told lil mama, its all in thе shoulders, baby im whipping these boulders
crib full of guns and some yola, my homie a loc, its crazy cause his b+tch a ola
got brothers who lifin, they locked for indictments
i licensed my shooter, and now they be hikin
im yellin free kooda, your b+tch im still pipin
i’ll flip your medullah, tell d that the kites in
(chorus x2: big $oho fab)
3 vans 9 shooters, block them manuevers
thats horror, thats torture, lex, luger
wrist cooler, opps, boom em’
pockets on td, believe me, moolah
(verse 2: caspa daopp)
i keep the cyphers wit me, theyll stretch you out like a rubber band
i got one hand on the bible, the smith and wesson in the other hand
i got the upper hand, i run it up for 100 grand
these n+ggas be slow grinding, just to flip a pack take a hundred years
3 vans 9 shooters, masked up like the taliban
she wanna f+ck wit a boss, dont wanna f+ck wit the middle man
i feel like the plug in here, start flockin at you like the weatherman
dont talk to the cops, or cooperate with the government
locked in we gon bust a manuever, if he talk to the opps ima boom em
show and prove em, there he go i gotta shoot em
i need me a wetty like fivi, but im itchin to catch me a homi
just pass me the blunts, im smokin on runtz
i boom em up, just like im scotty
(chorus x3: big $oho fab)
3 vans 9 shooters, block them manuevers
thats horror, thats torture, lex, luger
wrist cooler, opps, boom em’
pockets on td, believe me, moolah
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