Big Flock - The Intro lyrics

My b**hes say I be crushin em, I say I be k**in em Them n***as mad I ain't trustin em, them n***as be acting to feminine My girl fat, hair done her back that her a** look like a Caribbean That cat be so wet, that my dick feel like an Amphibian Go ape sh** with the banana clip on my momma n***a Im gorillin em And the drum and the simple handgun look just like a damn cinnabun You want war then n***a come get you some, them bullets my n***as be drillin em If you known for havin them d** then here I come I am cinna mon My new old b**h named Maryan, that b**h gotta son his name Darien Darien got so much water that n***a room look like an aquarium I told Maryan that Im bagging him, she better keep quite librarian Them irons you'll think that I married em, cuz I never leave home without carrying em And blood keep him a pump and n***as already know And I call my trap the bluff, Im the brand new Curtis Snow ? pulled a big pole, that .44 will knock off your nose Damn right your b**h done chose Probably my clothes or this bankroll And these lames dont really bumpski, bag his a** rest in peace humpty dumpty And I been smokin so much ganja, its like rest in peace to my lungses And I fell in love with silencers, cuz every shot it go pew [?] Get them racks up or imma act up cuz this b**h I gotta go boom And this b**h a certified gunka the way she s** it call her vacuum If I got any situations hit Mac Dre cuz shawty k** em Your shawty in love with this 40 cuz my Sonny out like a pilgrim Cuz I smoke like Im a Jamaican, got big guns like a Haitian Got meds like Im Caucasian, got goop like Im from Blue Haven [?] your kidneys in, make your whole goddamn center melt Pour nuggets across his muffin, now his brain look like a cinnamelt If Lincoln a leave him stinkin, now his a** smell like a tuna melt Dump his mother in the river, just like a [?] how them damn tuna felt This 30 will make a n***a sh** himself, if he got beef with my n***as he better k** himself All I do is smoke weed I dont do nothing else, my father said "Son, you something else" "Everytime you walk in you got designer belts" Im sorry bob I can't help myself I will f** your block up, with the Glock up, leave you shot up And them eat some pasta with [?] imposters Your b**h said Im lookin like bag, I said your n***a look like 1 dollar Keep a 9 like a million dollar, turn a rapping n***a into a fossil My choppa go boom-shaka-laka, aye Flock you sick get a doctor On your a** like Im Mr. Crocker, baking cake like Im Betty Crocker No limit like Silk the Shocker, when it come to squezzin this choppa Imma cool a** young wild n***a now all the old heads they look up to me Im plottin on every dealer,so now all the plugs dont f** with me They be like aye Flock why you skunkin me, thats your fault you shouldn't be trustin me All the wild n***as thats on the hunt with me Gone be the same wild n***as thats gone stunt with me My eyes too red I need some eye drops, 9 to his chest now a n***a heart stop [?] now that n***a lookin like a cyclopes Lil Chris pull up in that Audi, shoot up sh** then we outtie Dont worry about if we bought it,should be worried bought gettin bodied I could never sweat no b**h cuz a n***a dont pop no mollies My guns be fully equipped cuz too many n***as plannin to rob me I swear this pump gone rip n***as thats why im in love with my shotty n***as say they bumpin my sh** so get ready for Trilluminati