You ft. Sydney Moss

B-I-G H-O-M-I-E I'm the rap supreme king of the goats, I'm Capri

Matter fact, call me what you feed into I'm a big, black, bougie ass motherfucker

That sounds like Biggie, lawsuit boutta hit me

So stressed then you wonder why I smoke the tree

An analogy, the same reason why a white girl picks up a white claw

Party's all night, then she fucks to it raw

Lay back on the bed while Marvin Gaye's on the speaker

Saying what's going on, but I can't sleep until the break of dawn

Writing raps to make the check pass, nigga, what rhymes with fake

All y'all asking why I don't hit you back, never had my back