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Bigg Unccc Lyrics

Uh, I'm still in the trap and I'm makin' plays back to back (trap, trap)
I'm still in the dangerous place where drugs, weapons and deals happen constantly, and I'm making successful deals one after another

Back to back, back to back (trap, trap)
I'm making deals so frequently that it seems like I'm doing them in succession over and over again

Uh, I hit the mall, have a rack attack
I went to the mall and spent so much money that I had a sudden urge to buy more things

Look at my drip, you ain't havin' that, havin' that (uh-uh)
My style and swag are so unique and impressive that you can't match it or have it for yourself

Yeah, spin on your block, nigga, back to back (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
I'm driving around your neighborhood in circles, one after another, with my gunshots sounding like 'brrt, brrt', causing chaos and destruction

Back to back, back to back, back to back (outta there)
I'm making quick getaways from the scene of the crime one after another, without getting caught

Dress yo' ass up like the Men In Black (he gone, brrt)
I'm wearing all black like the characters from the movie 'Men In Black' and then shooting someone, causing them to disappear with the gunshot sound like 'brrt'

Slammin' your block, have a Shaq attack, Shaq attack (brrt-brrt)
I'm driving around and causing chaos on your block like Shaquille O'Neal would when he used to play basketball, with gunshots sounding like 'brrt-brrt'

I'm still in the trap and I'm makin' plays back to back (trap, trap)
I'm still in the dangerous place where drugs, weapons and deals happen constantly, and I'm making successful deals one after another

Uh, uh
I'm just acknowledging my own rhythm and beat

High-speed chase, nigga, back to back (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I'm driving at reckless speed, trying to escape the police, and the tire sounds are like 'skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt'

Back to back, back to back, back to back, back to back (yoom, yoom, outta there)
I'm making quick getaways from the scene of the crime one after another, without getting caught

Uh, I'm makin' plays, get it gone, got the magic sack
I'm making successful deals, getting the money and the drugs, and I have an endless supply of magical drugs in my possession

I keep a stick like the Apple Jacks
I always have a gun and an additional weapon like a knife, like the toy ones inside a box of Apple Jacks cereal

.556 make your ass hit the Cabbage Patch (brrt)
One type of bullet, .556 caliber, would cause damage so severe that you would fall as if doing the dance move 'Cabbage Patch', with the gunshot sound like 'brrt'

I'm throwin' bullets like quarterback (brrt-brrt)
I'm shooting my gun so rapidly and accurately that it's like I'm throwing bullets like a quarterback, with the gunshot sound like 'brrt-brrt'

Uh, hit that boy up, you ain't do nothin' after that (he gone)
I shot that guy, and because of the shot, he's out of commission to retaliate

You lost your nigga, you ain't slide
You lost your friend, and you didn't take revenge through violence

How the fuck could you live with that? (Huh)
I'm mocking the person as to how they could live with themselves without avenging their lost friend

He played with my gang, so the boy gotta deal with that
Some guy tried to mess with me and my group, so he needs to face the consequences

Uh, I'm ballin' hard and they say I'm a triple threat (I ball)
I'm succeeding and prospering in multiple areas: drug dealing, violence, and luxury, making me a triple threat and someone to reckon with

These niggas just reach on the internet
These guys are just pretending and boasting online, without having any real talent, skill or accomplishments

Uh, your bitch hit me up on the internet
Your girlfriend contacted me online, and I slept with her

She open her legs, you know I had to get in that
She made herself available for sex, so I took advantage of that

Uh, these hoes on my dick 'cause I got me a bigger TEC
These women are attracted to me because I own a larger gun, the TEC-9

I'm straight from the bottom, I came from the block
I grew up in poverty and crime-ridden environment and started from the lowest level

I was dealin' it (trap)
I began earning money as a drug dealer

Uh, yeah, I was dealin' it (trap)
I'm confirming that I started my career as a drug dealer

Uh, pop me a Perc' and it give me some energy (I'm high)
I popped a Percocet pill and it gave me a boost of energy and euphoria, but I also got high

I told the bitch I don't know chemistry (uh-uh)
I refused to help a woman make drugs because I'm not knowledgeable in chemistry, but I might just buy them instead

Uh, these niggas deep in the industry
These guys are well-connected and established in the music business

I'm still in the streets and I keep Glocks for my enemies (bah-bah)
I'm still involved in illegal activities outside of the music industry, and I keep guns for my opponents, to use them if necessary, with the sound of gunfire like 'bah-bah'

I'm sippin' on Wocky, I'm straight on the Hennessy (mud)
I'm drinking lean, aka Wockhardt or Wocky, and I'm also consuming Hennessy cognac

Ice on my neck and wrist, look like a Christmas tree (ice)
I'm wearing a lot of expensive jewelry, especially diamonds, around my neck and wrist, that reflect light and shine like tree ornaments at Christmas time

A Christmas tree, a Christmas tree, yeah (ice)
I'm emphasizing and repeating that I look like a sparkling Christmas tree due to my excessive amount of diamond jewelry

Hit this bitch from the back, then your ho with the pedigree
I had sex with a random woman from behind, and then had sex with your girlfriend, who you thought came from a good family background

I look in your eyes and I see all the jealousy (you mad)
I can tell by looking at you that you're envious of my success, and that makes you angry

You a broke nigga, what the fuck is you tellin' me? (You broke)
You are poor and unsuccessful, so you have no right to criticize me or my actions

You tellin' me, you tellin' me, huh
I'm mocking you for stating the obvious

I'm still in the hood and I trap with three felonies (trap)
I still live in my old neighborhood and continue to deal drugs, even though I have been convicted of three serious crimes before

I'm posted in the yard 'cause I got them boys mailin' me (no cap)
I'm standing outside in a yard or courtyard waiting for people to pay me money or bring me drugs, and they are sending me messages about it

Pull up and get you a bale or three
Drive up to me and I'll sell you a bale of drugs, maybe even three of them