Bigger Than The Program

(Four3va) (Choppin' shit up like Trippy) Get in my way, I won't feel sorry for you You get ran over 12 askin' me questions, but, shit, I don't know Niggas be sad enough you caught down bad Today you gon call them folks Nigga was bangin', but we pushed up He dropped his flag, boy, you a ho We catch you, we takin' you all the way back Tie that bitch 'round his neck, hang him up by a rope Hot shit, we turn that lil' boy to a pack On the E-way slidin', we beatin' the road This ain't Hellstar, Supreme on me When I hit from the back, she cream on it You can't name a drop that we ain't went through They know we be on it Say what? Uh, shout out my label, they know what's up Niggas get a lil' buzz, then fall off They cannot fuck with us No, I ain't hard to look for Come inside the AP, gon' get— uh I ain't hard to look for, come inside the AP, gon' get bust Boy, you know you fucked up Actin' like you don't wanna let shit go You actin' stuck up You must think you bigger than the program Pussy shut the fuck up Scram ho, when she leave Gon' let the door slam, mad the bros ain't fuck her Step outta line, you gon' get blowed down Just for actin' so tough Hold on, poppin' shit on Instagram They tryna see like how I do it It don't matter if that shit big or small It's just 'bout how you move it Hold on, I know you kinda shy, so when we fuck Just put some hype into it I know I said you got a shot But your ass probably blew it (Hold on, DG) What? What? Uh, say what? Front-seat action, hop out the passenger seat Trynna catch me an opp on the South Said my name, don't bring me up That's just the shit I don't allow Helmut Lang, I put shit on Like I'm a mannequin in the mall Free all of the bros behind walls I'm droppin' that chicken on you and your mans No problem that money can't solve When I need somethin' and this money all gone Just tell me who I'm gon' call Know 12 need to stop tryna blue light me DG gon' break the law (Every time) Get in my way, I won't feel sorry for you You get ran over 12 askin' me questions, but, shit, I don't know Niggas be sad enough you caught down bad Today gon call them folks Nigga was bangin', but we pushed up He dropped his flag, boy, you a hoe We catch you, we takin' you all the way back Tie that bitch 'round his neck Hang him up by a rope Hot shit, we turn that lil' boy to a pack On the E-way slidin', we beatin' the road This ain't Hellstar, Supreme on him When I hit from the back, she cream on it You can't name a drop that we ain't went through They know we be on it Say what?