Big Bad Wolf (feat. YG) E

(Ron-Ron run it up) Uh, Mister Big Bad Wolf, go and blow that shit If you got it, then you got it, gotta show that shit Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit Throw that shit, throw that shit, throw that Mister Big Bad Wolf, go and blow that shit If you got it, then you got it, gotta show that shit Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit If that's your lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch Big cuts of that juice, nigga, pour that shit Big runts in the wood, only pour the shit If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing shit I just flipped a hundred grams, all I know is this Ayy, got the choppa for the oppas, it go blocka-blocka Hollow tips hit you, turn you to a pop-locker (pop) Me and OhGeesy link, it's a head knocker (err-err-err) Everybody eat, It's a Benihana I call the goonies, I don't point heaters Pointers on my neck, I don't point fingers Niggas paying eight hundred for some sneakers I'm paying eight hundred for the scope with the nina Still stippin' drank, R.I.P that nigga Yams YG four hundred, I just flipped a hundred grams Baby mama, she be trippin' 'cause they wanna fuck her mans At the show, I'll be showing out, so nigga, watch your hands In the club turnt up in a VIP session (ain't no) Ain't no glicks in the whip, boy, they in my presence In the bitch head like some Herbal Essences I don't argue with a bitch, I give her verbal lessons Mister Big Bad Wolf, go and blow that shit If you got it, then you got it, gotta show that shit Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit If that's your lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch Big cuts of that juice, nigga, pour that shit Big runts in the wood, only pour the shit If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing shit I just flipped a hundred grams, all I know is this I love my Glock nine like my fucking Llama (bow) All these bitches, they be jealous of my kid mama (yeah) All she do is cook, clean and she count commas (hey) Mercedes Benz, she won't ride in your fucking Honda (skr) I don't got a Backwood, I'm finna roll a Grabba (ayy) Four hundred degrees like a fucking sauna I don't got a Backwood, I'm finna roll a Grabba Four hundred degrees like a fucking sauna Rich nigga, boy you know I got rich habits Silly bitch, do tricks like a lil' rabbit 304s on go, they be real savage Fuck a nigga like me, get that real cabbage Mister Big Bad Wolf, go and blow that shit If you got it, then you got it, gotta show that shit Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit If that's your lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch Big cuts of that juice, nigga, pour that shit Big runts in the wood, only pour the shit If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing shit I just flipped a hundred grams, all I know is this Mister Big Bad Wolf, go and blow that shit If you got it, then you got it, gotta show that shit Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit If that's your lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch Big cuts of that juice, nigga, pour that shit Big runts in the wood, only pour the shit If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing shit I just flipped a hundred grams, all I know is this Mister Big Bad Wolf, go and blow that shit If you got it, then you got it, gotta show that shit Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit Throw that shit, throw that shit, throw that