BIG HOMIE Lyrics

Ayy

Guappo

Gang

Ayy, gang

Yeah

Shovel bitches out the way

Show my other bitch the K

Shot ya mans now he decayed

Got you wishin' that he stayed

Kid Laroi I'll make you stay

Christian bitch up on her knees

And that hoe don't gotta pray

Ayy, if I made a million dollars

Bitch, I'd spend it in a day

I got a different pole

Just so I can dodge the case

Ayy, and you can run up on us

We'll shoot them AKs out the wraith

Ayy, and you can't get no bread

So, bitch, just keep it at your pace

Bitch, I'm in the studio

I'm cookin' like hoodbachi

Yo shawty at my crib

She always tryna top me

Ayy, got Dior on the fit

Bitch, Cologne it is Versace

Ayy, got diamonds on the teeth

Got diamonds all over my body

Gang

I worked at Buffalo Wild Wings

With that stick on me

Said, meet me in the candy aisle

Like, bitch, go and get your big homie

I ain't never used to smile

Now I got a diamond VVS grill on me

Ever since I seen my homie die off the fentanyl

I ain't got pills on me

Bitch

I ain't got pills on me

I ain't got pills on me

She in a feels for me

You was a big phony, bitch