Video La Lakers Ft Big Unccc de Big Moochie Grape 2024 Rap Lyrics

Big Moochie Grape - La Lakers Ft Big Unccc Lyrics

2 s LA Lakers Lyrics[Intro: Big Moochie Grape]
Yes, sir
(Band—)
Humungous
Yeah

[Chorus: Big Moochie Grape]
Young rich nigga, bitch, I'm havin' big paper (Young rich nigga)
Nigga, Big Unccc pulling hits out a Bentayga (Skrrt, skrrt, let's go)
It's Paper Route business, we shit on the big haters (Paper Route business)
Fire yo' ass up with this creamater (Grrah)
Young nigga spin your shit just like a tornado (Spin)
Shot my first nigga when I was a teenager (On God)
We kill his ass now and I bet he won't see later, yeah (Bitch)
I'm in L.A. with the Grapes (Tear down) and I'm ballin' just like a Laker (Just like a Laker)
Paper Route business (Paper Route business), lil' bitch everything that we do, this shit major (They know this shit major)
Do it for my nigga Dolph Gabbana (Dolph Gabbana) and I'm still turning down these labels (Uh-uh, turn 'em down)
And I still post in the trap (Trap), know the gigantic Grape got flavors, yeah (Uh-uh, yes, sir)

[Verse 1: Big Unccc]
Post in the trap, it's just me and Big Muwop (It's just me and Big Muwop, Crip)
Young trap nigga, keep racks in the shoebox (Keep racks in the shoebox, trap)
Bad-ass nigga, live life like I'm 2Pac (Live life like I'm 2Pac)
Thirty shot (Brrt), fifty shot (Brrt), hit you with AR (Hit you with AR, brrt)
I got me a Cartier, want me a Audemar (Want me some ice)
Big racks in my pockets, we slide out a stolen car (Zoom)
I'm tryna make sure we jump out that bitch and he don't see tomorrow (Brrt, brrt)
Big Unccc pulled up (Uh, uh, uh, uh), bitch, I'm a shooting star (I'm a shooting star)
I'm tryna give you a head start (Uh, a head start)
I was locked up, making plays off a Jeeter phone (Uh, off of my trap phone)
Slide with no gun, yeah, you know you ass dead wrong (You know yo' ass dead wrong)
If you reach for my chain, I send thirty-two shots, get your head blown (Uh)
Grape Street shit, got rich with these reachers (Uh, got rich with these richers)
I fully my chop like this shit Call of Duty (Uh, uh, like this shit Call of Duty, brrt)
I never had shit, my whole life like a movie (My life like a movie, wow)
I iced out my neck and my wrist (Ice), and my titty ho throw me they coochie (They throw me they coochie)
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Young rich nigga, bitch, I'm havin' big paper (Young rich nigga)
Nigga, Big Unccc pulling hits out a Bentayga (Skrrt, skrrt, let's go)
It's Paper Route business, we shit on the big haters (Paper Route business)
Fire yo' ass up with this creamater (Grrah)
Young nigga spin your shit just like a tornado (Spin)
Shot my first nigga when I was a teenager (On God)
We kill his ass now and I bet he won't see later, yeah (Bitch)
I'm in L.A. with the Grapes (Tear down) and I'm ballin' just like a Laker (Just like a Laker)
Paper Route business (Paper Route business), lil' bitch everything that we do, this shit major (They know this shit major)
Do it for my nigga Dolph Gabbana (Dolph Gabbana) and I'm still turning down these labels (Uh-uh, turn 'em down)
And I still post in the trap (Trap), know the gigantic Grape got flavors, yeah (Uh-uh, yes, sir)

[Verse 2: Big Moochie Grape]
Dripping in water, I'm feeling like Michael Phelps (Dripping in water)
Glock 33 and it's tucked in my Louis bag (Glock 33)
Automatic choppa, don't aim, shoot right in there (Grrt, grrt)
Opps in the party, we make 'em get right in there (Bitch-ass)
Young nigga cold like a Frigidaire (Cold)
Pull up and hop out, the bitches, they stop and stare (They stop and stare)
The shit that I got on my hip, it'll kill a bear (It'll kill a bear)
If you not from East Haiti, hell nah, you can't kick it there, yeah (Uh-uh)
Sack by bench just like Screech (Screech)
In the trap slammin' 'bows, I get no sleep (Yes, sir)
In the trap slammin' 'bows for a straight week (Yes, sir)
These nigga be capping, we know that shit leased, yeah (You broke)
Too smooth, young niggas slicker than grease (Too smooth)
I had trap dreams, my role model was Meech (Role model)
Big Moochie Grape and I'm harder than concrete (Uh-huh)
I got a sack, sold the pack to my auntie (Uh-huh)
Come to my hood, we serve dope on the front street (On AB)
[Chorus: Big Moochie Grape]
Young rich nigga, bitch, I'm havin' big paper (Young rich nigga)
Nigga, Big Unccc pulling hits out a Bentayga (Skrrt, skrrt, let's go)
It's Paper Route business, we shit on the big haters (Paper Route business)
Fire yo' ass up with this creamater (Grrah)
Young nigga spin your shit just like a tornado (Spin)
Shot my first nigga when I was a teenager (On God)
We kill his ass now and I bet he won't see later, yeah (Bitch)
I'm in L.A. with the Grapes (Tear down) and I'm ballin' just like a Laker (Just like a Laker)
Paper Route business (Paper Route business), lil' bitch everything that we do, this shit major (They know this shit major)
Do it for my nigga Dolph Gabbana (Dolph Gabbana) and I'm still turning down these labels (Uh-uh, turn 'em down)
And I still post in the trap (Trap), know the gigantic Grape got flavors, yeah (Uh-uh, yes, sir)