Futuristic - Big Rings (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Ft. Devvon Terrell

(Verse: Futuristic)

Yah, two rings im the MVP

I'm Steph Curry, all I ever do is swish my threes

My shows good like I've been living NDC

A whole lotta people listen when I give my speech

I missed the king? My bad, looking crispy clean

Smoke green and my eyes, they'z crispy cream

Turn a booth into ash when I spit this heat

This Dre beats might melt all these mp3s

Sheesh! Who woulda thought it that I'd go out in public

It's been sum' that's disgusting and everybody would bub it

A nerdy dude, now I'm stuntin', like Breezy, I'm bout to run it

And these bad girls all tryna blow me like a trumpet

I'm independent, you a puppet, the flow is like double dutchin'

If you try to jump it, I promise you gon' get hurt

Give 'em the pads, every track they be runnin' it back

And I ain't talkin' bout a football game, this on the turf like surf

This a pre-collab, my team will spaz on anything I bring in the lab

I been meaning to ask, why are you still rapping?

You should bag it up and such, you sell trash

Call Devon, like "homie, what you want?"

"What's all you wanna kill today?"

My flow cold, but I still can't chill today

I got bills to pay, and all my haters got me feel this way

I need rings, super bowl size, I need a fine dime with some super ball thighs

You say you the truth?! That's a super bowl lie

I flex on a nigga like a super small guy

You comin' in the squad and you super gon' die

I make it look easy and I super don't try

It's funny, errbody I was lookin' up to me

Bet that right, been a super short guy, aight

(Verse 2: Devvon Terrell)

We need some really big rings cause we royal

We kings, ain't no ________(?), I got wessies

So please don't jsut test me, or else you gon' let me

Then shoot you you you you - you and yo bestie

I am your father, lying? Why bother?

Kickin' you off of my clique like Mustafa

Mufasa Mufasa, I go force like comments

I think they comin' for my head (Roger!)

Enemies, foes say my friends are much closer

Heatin' me up and I pop like a toaster

So many things that a nigga can show you

If you were a cold one, I guess I'm ebolla

Sickin' these haters like what are they feedin' you?

I am the truth and you are wikipedia

We are the bosses and we won't be needin' ya

I told y'all about Futuristic believin' me

I feel like Tony Montana, do what I want like Rihanna

I need some big rings, the shit that we makin' will make 'em complain like "your honor"

(Outro: Devvon)

That is how you body somethin'

With a hip hop track

Thanks to Yoza for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to RVO for correcting these lyrics