Lyrics Ralo – Giant

I’m a giant, I’m a giant, I’m a giant, yeah
Who made this beat?
I’m a giant, I’m a giant, I’m a giant
Twysted Genius, baby

I know I’m bigger than niggas, pop more shit than a pistol
And if my bitch make me mad, I might just fuck with her sister
Referee blow the whistle, we came to fuck up the game
We don’t fuck with them niggas ’cause most of them niggas lame
I turn a four to a nine, turn a nine to a half
Turn a half to a whole, I damn near fucked up the bowl
I never purchased no weed until I bought a truckload
Every time that I order, I order a thousand or more, nigga, yeah

I’m a giant in these streets, nigga, yeah
I don’t got shit for sale unless you gettin’ a bale
I never ran from no man unless he 12
And if it get out of hand, I would go to jail
I’ll die for this shit, lose everything I got for this shit
I’m on top of my shit, play with me and knock the top off your shit
Let me pop my shit, I ain’t even got a pop, made the rent
Ralo, why you buy a complex? I put my partners in that shit
I done cut out the middleman, I ain’t worryin’ ’bout what niggas sayin’
Every time that I catch a flight, know that shit cost a hundred bands
Everything that I do in life, know that shit came with a plan
If a nigga ever steal from me, know my niggas cuttin’ off his hands

I know I’m bigger than niggas, pop more shit than a pistol
And if my bitch make me mad, I might just fuck with her sister
Referee blow the whistle, we came to fuck up the game
We don’t fuck with them niggas ’cause most of them niggas lame

I’m a giant, I’m a motherfuckin’ giant
I’m big dawg, look at the shit that I’m buyin’
I’m never flyin’ unless I can fly on Gulfstream
Got so much money, they think that I’m on the gold fiend
Tiger Woods with the money, Tiger Woods with the hoes
I ain’t need no shows, doin’ good with the bows
Doin’ good with the bricks, doin’ good with the pounds
If I get a good number, I’ma ship ’em out of town
I told my niggas to stay down, I told my niggas we gon’ get it
If I ever go back broke, tell them folks come run with me
Tell them folks I need help, tell them folks I need some’
I done made it this damn far, how the hell I’ma be dumb?

I know I’m bigger than niggas, pop more shit than a pistol
And if my bitch make me mad, I might just fuck with her sister
Referee blow the whistle, we came to fuck up the game
We don’t fuck with them niggas ’cause most of them niggas lame
I turn a four to a nine, turn a nine to a half
Turn a half to a whole, I damn near fucked up the bowl
I never purchased no weed until I bought a truckload
Every time that I order, I order a thousand or more, nigga, yeah

My favorite four letters and two numbers will forever be «Fuck 12»
I put twelve songs on every mixtape, so I can put it out there
Let ’em know I’m puttin’ on my artist mixtape, my mixtape
It got to always be twelve songs, so I can always say, «Fuck 12»
FamGoon