Big Cat (Laflare)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Gucci Mane in the building (Gucci, Gucci)

Big Cat Records, Laflare Entertainment

(Big Cat, wassup?)

Yeah, I'ma kill 'em with this one (Kill 'em)

Ah

East Atlanta stand up (East Atlanta stand up!)

Lamborghinis, Ferraris and Bentleys

Big boats and jetskis

Cristal and Dom P

The kush, the P-T

Two facts about me

Bitch ask about me

Big Cat's around me

Keep stacks around me

Baguettes around me

The thrax around me

Purple packs around me

No sacks around me

I smoke like Marley

My **** ride Harleys

I hurt ya daughter feelings

Miss Jackson I'm sorry

I'm pimpin' like Goldie

And ballin' like Kobe

These haters get found floatin'

In the open for no key

Your bitch she choose me

You mad she choose me

I'm glad she chose me

She gave me her do' key

Did time on White Street

Did time in D.C

Gucci the O-G

They put me on TV

I'm gutter like B-G

I'm reppin' the B-C

The jealous ones envy

Got somethin against me

You fuck with him

You fuck with me

You fuck with them

You stuck with me

Big Cat, Laflare

We don't fight fair

Big Cat, Laflare

Nah we don't fight fair

You fuck with him

You fuck with me

You fuck with them

You stuck with me

Big Cat, Laflare

We don't fight fair

Big Cat, Laflare

Nah we don't fight fair

Got major flavor, uh

No major label, uh

We major ****

'Cause we got major paper, uh

Ball hard like we

Major League Baseball players

Who is Shirley Franklin?

'Cause Gucci Mane's the mayor

I run the city, uh

I am the city

Bad Boy but I never did sign with Diddy

I bake the cake, uh

I make the cake, uh

Thirty-six what I cop like Jacob plate

My team the champs

Yo' team the chumps

My squads the Spurs

Hell your squad the punks

I load the pump

Unload the pump

Explode the pump

Then reload the pump

Big womb in the trunk

You fit in the trunk, uh

You sit in the trunk

'Til you stank like a skunk

The city of thieves

Drug dealers and G's

My **** they gamble

All my **** smoke weed

You fuck with him

You fuck with me

You fuck with them

You stuck with me

Big Cat, Laflare

We don't fight fair

Big Cat, Laflare

Nah we don't fight fair

You fuck with him

You fuck with me

You fuck with them

You stuck with me

Big Cat, Laflare

We don't fight fair

Big Cat, Laflare

Nah we don't fight fair

My money got a mouth

So I let it talk for me

Half a mil worth of ice

What it bought for me

I'm on that bubble kush man

That's a rich high

I order Crist' by the case

I'm a rich guy

I'm twenty-five but I ride like I'm sixty-seven

Plus when I ride

Man I ride with a Mac-11

A quarter pound worth of purple thrax to smoke on

So iced out man I think I need my coat on

The young **** with the shades and the gold fronts

Why you stunt so hard?

You only live once

I'm in the club real high

And I'm real drunk

I'm on my third barter

And I'm on my eighth blunt

I'm leavin' with your girl

Plus I'm parked right in the front

Ride on them 28's

But we call 'em Warrick Dunns

I'm from East Atlanta man

This is how it's done

We rock them old school verse

Under the Georgia sun

You fuck with him

You fuck with me

You fuck with them

You stuck with me

Big Cat, Laflare

We don't fight fair

Big Cat, Laflare

Nah we don't fight fair

You fuck with him

You fuck with me

You fuck with them

You stuck with me

Big Cat, Laflare

We don't fight fair

Big Cat, Laflare

Nah we don't fight fair