[Verse 1: Big Nay]
The Micis are back, in the booth
Smoking on tree, yeah, pass the boof
She's sucking my dick all day and night
You pussies never show to a damn fight
Glock in my pocket, stuffed in my jeans
Y’all crave our music like damn fiends
Chillin with the boys, in our pjs
Girls all around us, giving us bjs
Can't walk around without getting noticed
Lean in our blood stream, we can't focus
Me and your girl, are in the back seat
Might as well be on Fake Taxi
[Chorus: Big Nay]
Our plan is to get big enough
Draco in my pants, looking super tough (yeah)
[Verse 2: Big Nay]
We’re in our jet flying super far
Everyone knows who we are
You can't mess with us, you will be found
Stay away from me, I'll stand my ground
We from the trenches, straight from the Roe
I'm surrounded by girls from head to toe
Diamonds are real all around my chain
Got too many hoes and they're giving me brain
[Chorus: Big Nay]
Our plan is to get big enough
Draco in my pants, looking super tough (yeah)
[Verse 3: Big Nay]
A hoe drops me and thinks I care
I got other options you're not that rare
My dms are full of compliments
Shut your mouth, you need a mint
I‘m dripped out, my kicks are red
I got ten other bitches all in my bed
You other rappers always act tough
Don't come near us, it will get rough
We are the Micis, we get what we need
You are just jealous that you can't succeed
This beat goes crazy, I made it myself
Now comes nick ‘boutta rap ‘bout himself
[Intro: Scarpa]
You already know who it is
I’m boutta run this shit up
Let’s go
[Verse 4: Scarpa]
Scarpa in the booth and I'm setting things straight
Talk shit bout us then we snatching your brain
Wock in my system, I can’t function
Micis on the beat we don't need an introduction
Bands to the ceiling my money too tall
Call me Lamelo cuz all I do is ball
On a private jet chilling with my hoes
Surrounded by my riches like Jeff Bezos
Running up blue strips call me franklin
Feel like an investor the way I'm bankin
New Amiri jeans dropped 10 on my pants
Hit opps with the Glock and I'm making them dance
[Chorus: Scarpa]
Our plan is to get big enough
Draco in my pants, looking super tough (yeah)
[Verse 5: Scarpa]
Chain be shining I might take your bitch
Fit go hard finna take a pic
Livin’ in the Roe, like fresh caviar
Never done drill before but I'm setting the bar
When I'm off the perc I am not mundane
Celebrate our money go and pop champagne
Feel like a penguin finna waddle to the dough
Selling out Saks Fifth with the bros
[Chorus: Scarpa]
Our plan is to get big enough
Draco in my pants, looking super tough (yeah)
[Verse 6: Scarpa]
Audemar Rollie got a star on my wrist
My girl too freaky she likes when I piss
AMG Cedes yeah we swervin in the streets
Feel like Dahmer the way I'm killing these beats
Prada shoes, I'm a big stepper
Spicing up songs like cayenne pepper
Like I'm Gunna I stay with a mop
Leave your coochie just gimme the top
If you don't like us just suck my balls
Ball so hard like Tacko Fall
Water on my neck like Poland Spring
Get ready for the heat that Dylan will bring
[Intro: Lil Wuf]
Yeah
I like this beat
Alright I'm feelin' it
[Verse 7: Lil Wuf]
Ayo it's Lil Wuf, Big D if you may
I'm boutta spit some heat so you better obey
Born in LA, moved to the streets of the Roe
Spitting some bars so watch out for my flow
Your bitch is in my bed and she's in her lingerie, yo
Yeah she wanna call me, so she dials on the payphone
Driving up in my new GT-R
Bro you know with all this shit, yeah, we headed super far
Pulling up with my uzi
Next to me is my new piece
Smokin' stank, yeah, we rob their multibanks
Cookin' beef, yeah, we got that grease
[Chorus: Lil Wuf]
Our plan is to get big enough
Draco in my pants, looking super tough (yeah)
[Verse 8: Lil Wuf]
The Micis are here, we ain't playin' round
Got a silencer I don't make a sound
We on a yacht and our party's endless
Messin' round, yeah, we got that finesse
Breakin' shit, got no time to fix
I'm shootin' ops with my two sticks
Breaking Bad like Walter White
Making meth all day and night
[Chorus: Lil Wuf]
Our plan is to get big enough
Draco in my pants, looking super tough (yeah)
[Verse 9: Lil Wuf]
I'm all dressed up, my suit black and white
Got some crank, come take a bite
Girls all around tryna hit my line
Tell her get her own, she lookin' like a swine
Micis hit the block others looking all around
If you ain't one of us then you're an idiot clown
We stuffin' peoples heads, wearing coats of Valentino
I don't mess with rappers like Childish Gambino
We be winning all them fights without battin' an eye
Hittin' shit so strong you'll be in the sky
If I get them threat I will call their bluff
Cause little do they know I'm off the cuff
