[Intro: Big Sad 1900]
Ayy
We in LA, man
1900
7:34 PM
It's Tuesday, n***a, I got court tomorrow, n***a
You know, I'm on that
N***as on that, you know, I'm on that
(RonRon, do that shit)
I live on that shit
[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
Runnin' with them weak n***as, claimin' that you beef with us (Huh?)
Bitch, you wanna beat n***as, I'm on it when I see n***as (Bitch, I'm on it when I see n***as)
Push the gas in the S coupe when I leave n***as (Skrrt, skrrt)
Every day, you internet thuggin', like who is these n***as? (Fuck is these n***as?)
Drove the foreign, went out of town, got my money up
Walkin' down the block on Bedford street, throwin' the bunny up (Yeah)
Tough n***a runnin' his lips, so I humbled cuz (So I humbled cuz)
He ain't kill nothin', he a rapper, he ain't one of us
[Verse 1: Big Sad 1900]
This bitch only like me 'cause she see a n***a rapping
I'ma fuck hеr in the car and I'ma bust all in a napkin
Weren't thеre when I lost Tiny P and I was out trapping
Ain't got a million dollars, I can't sleep, do no relaxing
What the business is? Yeah, tell me what the business is
When bro walked down on n***as, y'all was witnesses
Been buyin' diamonds and foreigns, you n***as witnessed it
Told you she a nasty lil' ho and you went and kissed the bitch
Ask them old n***as that fell off, yeah, I been the shit
1900 pay me checks, they say I went legit
I'll pull your ass out the car and get ignorant
Them boys got dick in they mouth, so they ain't feelin' this
N***a, you a rapper, just rap, why you throwin' signs?
You ain't never been in the hood, you got them people blind
Thinkin' I'll go Bentley or Lamb', but I can't make my mind
Free bro and them, they caught them bodies, then they caught that time
[Interlude: Big Sad 1900]
Free bro and them
Straight up, n***a
They caught them bodies, then they caught that time
Free bro and them
If you a rapper, n***a, just rap
If you a singer, n***a, just sing, n***a
Don't be what you not, n***a
[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
Runnin' with them weak n***as, claimin' that you beef with us (Huh?)
Bitch, you wanna beat n***as, I'm on it when I see n***as (Bitch, I'm on it when I see n***as)
Push the gas in the S coupe when I leave n***as (Skrrt, skrrt)
Every day, you internet thuggin', like who is these n***as? (Fuck is these n***as?)
Drove the foreign, went out of town, got my money up
Walkin' down the block on Bedford street, throwin' the bunny up (Yeah)
Tough n***a runnin' his lips, so I humbled cuz (So I humbled cuz)
He ain't kill nothin', he a rapper, he ain't one of us
[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Uh-huh, look
Carl, Ben, Gary, Wafi
Johnny, Hutch, Avianne
I'm frontline, so them n***as gon' slide behind me
I went federal, but I ain't finesse nor money bag
They took thirty thou' from me, can't get that money back
Got family in Inglewood like too much in D-O-E
Bitch flew in from OT, I need my trap C-O-D
Been to a hundred funerals, but I ain't been to one wedding
Presidential 41 bust down, flower setting
New Orleans, Hawaii, Houston up in one week
Bitch made twenty thou' off boosting up in one week
That broke bitch only had nineteen hundred
Big 59 and Big Sad 1900
It's Philthy
[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
Runnin' with them weak n***as, claimin' that you beef with us (Huh?)
Bitch, you wanna beat n***as, I'm on it when I see n***as (Bitch, I'm on it when I see n***as)
Push the gas in the S coupe when I leave n***as (Skrrt, skrrt)
Every day, you internet thuggin', like who is these n***as? (Fuck is these n***as?)
Drove the foreign, went out of town, got my money up
Walkin' down the block on Bedford street, throwin' the bunny up (Yeah)
Tough n***a runnin' his lips, so I humbled cuz (So I humbled cuz)
He ain't kill nothin', he a rapper, he ain't one of us
[Verse 3: Just Bang]
Ayy, payday
Got some good n***as down in LA
March 27th, I got shot up on the way-way
Driver and a shooter, if I slide, it ain't no play-play
Knife in the front the flashlight up on this AK
Throw the hood up, the homies think I'm bangin' Neighborhood
I ain't wavin' no flag, this ain't my neighborhood
Rappin'-ass n***as think they shooters, but they missing
Sittin' at the breakfast table, MAC and a biscuit
Horsepower Polo
Big bread, Togo's
N***as in the field, they throwin' bullets, better go long
Sucker n***as big mad
In LA with Big Sad
Old n***as hatin' from my hood, my ex stay mad
[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
Runnin' with them weak n***as, claimin' that you beef with us (Huh?)
Bitch, you wanna beat n***as, I'm on it when I see n***as (Bitch, I'm on it when I see n***as)
Push the gas in the S coupe when I leave n***as (Skrrt, skrrt)
Every day, you internet thuggin', like who is these n***as? (Fuck is these n***as?)
Drove the foreign, went out of town, got my money up
Walkin' down the block on Bedford street, throwin' the bunny up (Yeah)
Tough n***a runnin' his lips, so I humbled cuz (So I humbled cuz)
He ain't kill nothin', he a rapper, he ain't one of us
