Big Fella - Big Scoob

Shit

Don’t tell us we don’t know what the fuck we doing

Hahah

Shout out my OG

Big Scoob, nigga

They ain’t fuckin with this

When I come through stompin in KC

With my dicky suit on, I can show you I’m a big fella

I’m rollin with my

In case you disrespect, big fella

I let my nuts hang, I let my chain hang

Hang my chain from my nuts, let them both swang

Man I still bang

It’s a hood thing

It’s do or die, and I’m a rider for this feald gang

I know I’m old, man

But it’s still in my vanes

I’ll be your rider, suicider, till I meet a flame

Can’t tell me nothing

Big Fella’s untamed

You talkin greezy when we meet, I get to busting

I’m out the gutter, man

I love the gutter lane

Need that butter, look no further, got that butter, man

I bet I won’t sing

Like these suckers, man

No biddniss in this square pitch, tryna shuffle cane

Made and fucked the game

With all this ratting, man

These rap bastards is the reason why I rap again

I guess some good came

I get to mo they brains

Of all these youngings out here funking, we control the game

When I come through stompin in KC

With my dicky suit on, I can show you I’m a big fella

I’m rollin with my

In case you disrespect, big fella

Look forward to the little bitch

Still on that gutter shit

You don’t have to show me, man, I know just what I’m coming with

Heavy like a ton of bricks

Now I’m on some stunner shit

Bricks up out the kitchen, whippin, man, I wanted this

Plus I hit them wonder licks

Back out on some hthunder shit

Hit the dope, grab this doe, he trickin with a thunder bitch

Signed to Strange, they summond this

Told me he was hungry, fed the homie with a ton of chips

Got me back on rapping shit

Still known for snapping quick

Call me Wayne Brady, man, don’t make me have to slap a bitch

Homie I was built for this

Born into this gutter shit

Daddy was a hustler, my mama was his bottom chick

Climbed out the bottom pit

Now I’m at the top of this

Homie this is loanly, I’m heading to the block with this

Told you ain’t no stopping this

Watch me make them rock to this

Travis, I’m a savage, boy, I bet you’ll get your gwop for this

When I come through stompin in KC

With my dicky suit on, I can show you I’m a big fella

I’m rollin with my

In case you disrespect, big fella

Said I come through stomping in my KC

Reppin Killa City in it

Imma show you how to get it

I was raised in the show me state

Shown how to get the cake

When we spent it in the middle

Plus I’m moving state to state

Northern to the southern states

Bet they say Big Fella straight

Nebrasca used to feed they face

Kanzis used to break the case

Up and down the interstate

Hustling niggas all relate

29 and 35, back and fourth to paper chace

That’s the way I run my race

Heaven sent for heaven sake

Made it through and now I’m straight

Had the ways to fill my plate

Better days, make no mistake

I’m still hungry for the cake

Hustler in me, can’t escape

Born and raised to paper chace

Music sails gon hold the case

So Monsterifik gon be great

Breaking records out the gate

Greatness I anticipate

Now the faded escolate

Something that you can’t equate

Knees shaking, make you quake

Then I set you suckers straight

When I come through stompin in KC

With my dicky suit on, I can show you I’m a big fella

I’m rollin with my

In case you disrespect, big fella