Fuck Ah Big Homie Songtext
von Lil Zay Osama

The niggas that I looked up
To was bitches, snitches
Ain′t knowed that 'til I got older
(JTK)
(Tuned up)

The niggas that I looked up
To was bitches, snitches
Ain′t knowed that 'til I got older
Thirty years, still getting extorted
Every time niggas was in exams
They folded
Ask if someone ain't let me hold it

Soon as niggas start get on they ass
They call ′em
Soon as I call ′em out, bogus
Accidents for a gun, need soda
I was the one puttin' Blicks on the block
You get money off servin′, but keep
Telling me it's hot


Come studying licks on the block
Fonеm died, you ain′t hitting no opp
Ain't never had to ridе, you said
I couldn′t even ride with no
Blick in your car
Plenty of times niggas left me stranded
But riding through the hood with a
Bitch in your car

I'm with lil' bro and they need him shootin′
If it ain′t me, then it's one of my shooters
All my opps got switches
Grown ass goofy, don′t post up with that Ruger
Different cultures, different vultures
You could be forty, my shawty

A smoke ya
Up, put a Glock in his back like
A holster
I told him stop putting that bitch
Under his shoulder
Boy, you a bitch, don't even
Come around me
Heard the opps was on your


Ass and you ain′t even claim
While sitting in the county
You in the streets but bring up the kids
When shit go down, so you won't
Be around ′em
Yo' lil' bitch, fonem be pounding
Boy, you a goofy, you from my block

You one of the ones fonem be clowning
You won′t pop out on these missions
When you with us, they fuck them niggas
Y′all see opps, now y'all ain′t with it
But I been them niggas bitches
And them folks look for that body
He say, "Send money" or you ain't

Seen it
Ain′t no big guys from my block
Kill his ass if he movin' fishy
′Bout them G-locks, you won't slide
Give them strikers to my shorty's
We′ll be right back opp drop

Opps gon′ pop out for some weeks
When murder happen, they ass be cryin'
You ain′t sit like us when you was young
I put that on them guys
Nigga

The niggas that I looked up to was
Bitches, snitches
Ain't knowed that ′til I got older
Thirty years, still getting extorted
Every time niggas was in exams
They folded
Ask if someone ain't let me hold it

Soon as niggas start get on they ass
They call ′em
Soon as I call 'em out, bogus
Accidents for a gun, need soda
I was the one puttin' Blicks on the block
You get money off servin′
But keep telling me it′s hot

Come studying licks on the block
Fonem died, you ain't hitting no opp
Ain′t never had to ride, you said I
Couldn't even ride with no Blick
In your car
Plenty of times niggas left me
Stranded, but riding through the
Hood with a bitch in your car