Bigkaybeezy – El Chapo Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Run that back Khi)
Big El Chapo status, in this bitch I'ma go crazy
Big El Chapo status, you what the f*ck going on
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Big El Chapo status, Big El Chapo status, El Chapo status
Big E'l Chapo status
Hold on bitch you know what the f*ck it is T-gang shit
Big El Chapo, uh

[Chorus]
Big El Chapo status, we hide the ARs and the Bricks in the mattress
They came with a warrant, I hid in the attic
Escape route, back of the pantry
Baby drac' in the drawers, the cabinet
Either way this shit play out, I'm letting them have it
I'm up, I'ma spray with the ratchet
Why that boy never slide? Tell that nigga get at me
I ride with the rod, I get active

[Verse 1]
But they put me on, James Bond, bro grab the gadget
And I'm passing the rock with no attribute
Ain't no way 'til we stopping, we in traffic
Baby Dracos and Glocks, call me daddy
Where you at? Drop the pin, what's the addy'?
Like a TV with no cable, I'm with the static
Get took out ya' hat like a rabbit
Wrap em up, make that f*ck-nigga vanish
I ain't hear him say, "Money," he talkin' in Spanish
The handgun be coming in handy
I don't need the whole drum but I'm tryna do damage
Now f*ck nigga run me the cabbage (Man run me that shit)
Put somethin' in the package
Like a fifth, put that boy in the baggie
And I'm fresh as bitch in this cartel swagger
[Chorus]
Big El Chapo status, we hide the ARs and the Bricks in the mattress

They came with a warrant, I hid in the attic
Escape route, back of the pantry
Baby drac' in the drawers, the cabinet
Either way this shit play out, I'm letting them have it
I'm up, I'ma spray with the ratchet
Why that boy never slide? Tell that nigga get at me
I ride with the rod, I get active

[Verse 2]
You know I'm with the squad and we stay wreakin' havoc
I just played 2K in the mansion
I'm shining grenades, making plays on the tablet
Third, taking off with the Mavericks
I just quit, I couldn't let that shit happen
Now I'm rich than a bitch, you can tell by the fabric
I'll still lay you down like a pallet
p*ssy just hit the ground like a mattress
When they hear I'm in town all the f*ck niggas scatter
Two late up the K and do magic
When it come off my waist, I'ma blast it
Smoke a eigth to the face, I don't pass it
Strech 'em out with the K like he Mr. Fantastic

[Chorus]
Big El Chapo status, we hide the ARs and the Bricks in the mattress
They came with a warrant, I hid in the attic
Escape route, back of the pantry
Baby drac' in the drawers, the cabinet
Either way this shit play out, I'm letting them have it
I'm up, I'ma spray with the ratchet
Why that boy never slide? Tell that nigga get at me
I ride with the rod, I get active
[Outro]
But they put me on, James Bond, bro grab the gadget
We in traffic, uh
Come standin', uh
Pow, pow, pow

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