Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?
Big as the Super Bowl
But the difference is it's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio
Niggas usually send they verses back to me and they be terrible, just like a two-year old
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-10-07T05:00-03:00 - Tekst X2
Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?
Big as the Super Bowl
But the difference is it's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio
Niggas usually send they verses back to me and they be terrible, just like a two-year old
I love a dinner with some fine women
When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T
I'm like "Go 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?
Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?
Who you bitches really rootin' for?
Like a kid that act bad from January to November, nigga, it's just you and Cole
Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?(Ayy)
Big as the Super Bowl
[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef
Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep
I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth
I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique
I still wanna get me a song with YB
Can't trust everything that you saw on IG
Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID
I'm namin' the album The Fall Off, it's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me
Still in this bitch gettin' bigger, they waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be
Love when they argue the hardest MC
Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?
We the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammed Ali
Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed Ali
The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT
Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake
The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake
It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons, we got 'em attending a wake
Hate how the gang gotta wait for the boss, man, this shit like a prison escape
Everybody steppers, well fuck it, then everybody breakfast and I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)
When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster
The G.O.A.T. with the golden pin, the top toucher
The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster
Not Russia, but apply pressure
To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em
With The Boy in the status, a stadium
Nigga
Part II
[Intro: Drake]
Ayy, I'm 'bout to—, I'm bout to—
I'm 'bout to—, yeah
Yeah
[Verse: Drake]
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
I'm 'bout to click, woah
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
I'm 'bout to click, woah
I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene
I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam
Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen
She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned
She got a Android, her messages is lime green
I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings
Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine
Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines
And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things
You niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream
My youngers richer than you rappers and they all stream
I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams
Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing
Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not
They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot
They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott
I told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop
Girl gave me some head because I need it
And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, wait
Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated
What the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael
Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?
[Outro]
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it
Groot soos die wat? Groot soos die wat? Groot soos die wat?
Groot soos die Super Bowl
Maar die verskil is dat dit net twee ouens speel wat hulle in die ateljee gedoen het
Niggas stuur gewoonlik verse terug na my en hulle is verskriklik, net soos 'n tweejarige
Ek is mal oor 'n aandete saam met 'n paar fyn vroue
As hulle begin debatteer oor wie die G.O.A.T
Ek is soos 'gaan' kop, sê dit dan, wie die G.O.A.T.?
Wie die G.O.A.T.? Wie die G.O.A.T.? Wie die G.O.A.T.?
Vir wie is jy regtig besig om te wortel?
Soos 'n kind wat sleg optree van Januarie tot November, Nigga, is dit net jy en Cole
Groot soos die wat? Groot soos die wat? Groot soos die wat? (Ayy)
Groot soos die Super Bowl
[Vers 3: J. Cole]
Niggas so dors om my in beesvleis te sit
Dissektien 'my woorde en begin te diep lyk
Ek kyk na die tweets en begin met my tande
Ek is let op 'dit rock', want ek is mal oor die mistiek
Ek wil nog steeds vir my 'n liedjie met YB kry
Kan nie alles vertrou wat u op IG gesien het nie
Weet net of ek jou uitskakel, ek sal seker maak dat jy weet dat ek jou slaan soos ek op jou beller -ID is
Ek is die album The Fall Off, dit is redelik ironies, want dit is nie vir my nie
Nog steeds in hierdie teef word hulle groter, hulle wag op die kind om te kom val soos 'n pa om te wees
Liefde as hulle die moeilikste MC redeneer
Is dit k-dot? Is dit Aubrey? Of ek?
Ons die groot drie asof ons 'n liga begin het, maar op die oomblik voel ek soos Muhammed Ali
Huh, ja, ja, huh-hu, ja, Muhammed Ali
Die een wat hulle noem as hulle kak, is nie meer verbind nie, voel asof ek 'n werk daarin gekry het
Rym saam met my is die grootste fout
Die Spider-Man Meme is ek na Drake
Dit is asof ons u homies gewerf het om Demon Deacons te klop, ons het 'n wakkerheid bygewoon
Haat hoe die bende moet wag vir die baas, man, hierdie kak soos 'n ontsnapping in die gevangenis
Almal trap, fok dit, dan ontbyt almal en ek wil my bord skoonmaak (he, he, he)
As ek opdaag, is dit 'n rolprentblok
Die Bok. met die goue pen, die boonste aangryper
Die spits spoel, spuit sy hele kak op, die gewas
Nie Rusland nie, maar pas druk toe
Na jou kranium, Cole is outomaties wanneer hy 'n 'is
Met die seun in die status, 'n stadion
Nigga
Deel ii
[Intro: Drake]
Ayy, ek is 'n bedrag na - ek is besig om te doen—
Ek is 'Bout To—, ja
Ja
[Vers: Drake]
Ek is besig om op hierdie kak te klik
Ek is 'n klik om te klik, woah
Ek is besig om op hierdie kak te klik
Ek is 'n klik om te klik, woah
Ek is af om jou hoes af te klik en 'n misdaadtoneel te maak
Ek klik op die sneller op die stok soos 'n hoë balk
Man, ek was Bentley Wheel Whippin 'toe ek negentien was
Sy bel my nommer, laat haar hang, sy het droog geword
Sy het 'n Android gekry, haar boodskappe is kalkgroen
Ek soek een naam en sien twintig tings
Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine
Man, ek pak hulle in hierdie foon soos sommige sardientjies
En hulle stuur vir my naakte foto's, dit is die klein dingetjies
You niggas is nog steeds 'n foto's op 'n hondestroom
My jong mense ryker as jy rappers en hulle stroom almal
Ek haat dit regtig dat u 'n paar valse drome verkoop het
Man, as u kroeg te koop was, koop ek die hele ding
Sal hulle my ooit blomme gee? Wel, natuurlik nie
Hulle wil nie daardie praatjie hou nie, want dit is 'n seer plek
Hulle ken die seun die een wat hulle moet boikot
Ek het vir Jim en Jammer gesê ek gebruik 'n Grammy as deurstop
Meisie het my 'n bietjie kop gegee omdat ek dit nodig het
En as ek met jou fok, wag dan, nadat ek dit sou eet, wag
Niggas praat '' '
Wat de fok broer? Ek is een weg van Michael
Nigga, klop dit, nigga, klop dit, wat?
[Outro]
Klop dit, wat? Klop dit, wat? Klop dit, wat? Klop dit, wat?
Klop dit, wat? Klop dit, wat? Klop dit, wat? Klop dit, wat?
Klop dit, wat? Klop dit, wat? Klop dit, wat? Klop dit, wat?
Moet my nie eers terugbetaal met niemand wat hulle bevoordeel nie, ek het dit nie nodig nie