Big Bad Wolf (feat. Tarriona 'Tank' Ball) - Mickey Hart

(Ron-Ron go run it up-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 Tell me touch it with the money How to throw that shit Throw that shit, throw that shit Throw that sh- Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that shit If you got it, then you got it Gotta show that shit Tell me touch it with the money, how to throw that shit If that's yo' lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch, ay Big cuts of that juice, nigga pour that shit Big blunts in the wood, on police shit If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing shit I just flipped hundred grams, all I know is this (ay) Got the choppa before the oppas, they go blocka-blocka Hollow tips shit, turn you into a pop-locker Me and OhGeesy link, it's a head knocker 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 sippin' 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 glicks in the whip, boy they in my presence And the bitch hair 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 Tell me touch it with the money, how to throw that shit If that's yo' lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch, ay Big cuts of that juice, nigga pour that shit Big blunts in the wood, on police shit If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing shit I just flipped hundred grams, all I know is this I like 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 (skrrt) I don't got a back-wood, I'm finna roll a Grabba (ay) Four hundred degrees like a fucking sauna I don't got a back-wood, 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 Tell me touch it with the money, how to throw that shit If that's yo' lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch, ay Big cuts of that juice, nigga pour that shit Big blunts in the wood, on police shit If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing shit I just flipped 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 Tell me touch it with the money, how to throw that shit If that's yo' lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch, ay Big cuts of that juice, nigga pour that shit Big blunts in the wood, on police shit If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing shit I just flipped 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 Tell me touch it with the money How to throw that shit Throw that shit, throw that shit Throw that sh-