Big Payback (feat. Murs) - Ab-Soul

Before I exit out this motherfucker, bet you know my name

I’m into Swisher Sweets and five dollar champagne

You should join my campaign before I lose my damn brain

I’m chasing the wind and I don’t know if I’m losing or winning

Damn shame, shit, I ain’t complaining

It’s no limits nigga, it’s only entertainment

So I’m in the Bugatti and got the burner too

Right place, right time, I’ll murder you

Huh, I finally did it, what’s the use in being witty ain’t nobody with it

I’d rather sticky my woody in a wonder woman

So good I might never want another one

But I’mma always want another woman, real nigga to the core my dude

Straight from the liquor store from getting more sippy from me

And my recipients 'til we stumble to the floor my dude

Straight off top, T.D.E.

till 3003

No scratch that, I can’t calculate that exact

My downfall will probably never be an incident though

Use your mind, don’t just listen to the instrumental

Read the signs before you end up in a pile of shit

You probably did, the least you can do is crack a window

You smell that?

And if I catch him taking a nap, I tell him that…

I hope it hit you like a bus done run up ito ya

I’m only fucking with ya, I know it’s nothing to ya

What I gotta make is something to ya

Slept on us long enough, you got it coming to ya

See me I’m from the mid, don’t fuck with the kid

Heavy artillery, this long will split your wig

Put your fitted on the curb, you know, rip your lid

Brains on the sidewalks you know what it is, that is

I got that strict mentality

Razorblade in my mouth, bitch wanna battle me

Huh?

I slice this bitch up, I ain’t playing

Snare need stitches from the words that I’m saying

Name my badem, Repping L.A.'n

Tattoo’s showing, mean muggin' at the way in

Smack you with a bottle that I picked up on the way in

And them niggas that rolling with you only with you cause you pay 'em

And real niggas don’t get extorted

We call for the mother ship, then we board it

That mean we fly how we wanna fly

Me and Ab coming for you, better go run and hide

Look, I’m really sick, you need to quit, like quiet without the E

Supplying the D-man's, sometimes it gets deep man

You will die in the deep end, surviving to see it

And I’mma be here, the bible is re-writ

HiiiPower, you can yell it

But make sure it’s three i’s when you spell it

I’m at the bottom of the barrel, let them niggas tell it

I might have to put the barrel to a niggas melon

Pull up on a few hoes in the new McLaren

Back to the condo, condom broke, now I’m apparent

Still smiling in the mirror, nigga here to think

Everybody got it coming to 'em, even me

You only reap what you sow, you only get what you knit

My garden’s grown, and I’m about to throw a fit