Bigger Than the Program Lyrics – Pooh Shiesty

[Intro]
Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd, pu*sy, n!gga
This s*it just do not get no bigger, man
We don’t even say, “The biggest” no more, man
We— we BTTP, man, knew that already

[Chorus]
Ayy, okay, B-double-TP, we bigger than the program, n!gga
We don’t say, “The biggest” no more, we just say, “S*it get no bigger”
Cars, money, drügs and killers, when I shoot guns, I smile, n!gga
Been married to the streets, but ain’t have to walk down an aisle, n!gga
I took a life and earned some stripes, I and-one’d on a foul, n!gga

Swear with that Drac’, I do s*it bogus, go ask **** ’bout it, n!gga

[Verse]
I feel like Shiesty O’Connor, this McLaren is fast and furious
I took souls up in the trеnches, this what the streets recommеnded
I know why most rappers b!tches and I’m finna tell you the difference
They tryna live what they rap, meanwhile I’m rapping how I’m living
You can ask my whole city, I wouldn’t be s*it without Memphis
Every time I speak in code on wax, they the only ones who get it
Sunday, MLK Park, a hundred cars, b!tches litty
Took EP by Southland Mall, stopped at Dixie Queen for some chicken
I run a multi-million-dollar operation in South Memphis
Rapper-wise, he might be king, in the streets, I’m the governor, n!gga
You get robbed just like your favorite rapper if you don’t tap in with us
They giving ten years for a switch, I went factory-reset trigger
Twelve-hundred-horsepower Tracky, I’m begging for a couple high-speeds
In this Jeep Grand Cherokee, I see like five FRTs
You done lost count of every n!gga you shot, boy, you just like me
You can’t take the switch up off this Glock ’cause this a 18C
Been stuck in Cali for a week, I’m plugged in Oakland with the tree
I ran to Georgia ’bout a peach, I’m tryna knock GG or D
30 Gang, I’m CMO for life, my s*it say CGE
Millions cool, but I ain’t satisfied until I get a B
I’m in South Memphis with some GMO killers from the D
My Florida ho on groupie time, asking can she see Cane Creek

Dope, hoes and guns, Willett Street or nothing, I’m from DAG
Ask KD how I get little, I got a fetish for high speed
I got the drop, they at the cemetery, we both hopped out on feet
I’m tryna score while they visit the dead, it ain’t no rest in peace
Four hundred shots in the car like I’m BJ ‘nem, long live Street
Knock on your door with cable boxes, dressed up like Xfinity
If this CO b!tch bring me the b0mb, I know she feeling me
I was in jail paying all my members’ bonds, who keep it real as me?
You blew the LCI, went to the pen’, you might ran across me
Your paperwork clean, you ain’t know anything, you walking yards like me
Keep all them fu*k n!ggas out your game room if you knock a police
You plugged in with the scripts and sheets, penitentiary rich like me
In my Ferrari, tryna pack three b!tches in the passenger seat
Broke my veneers, so I put diamonds on the front and back of my teeth, n!gga

[Chorus]
Ayy, okay, B-double-TP, we bigger than the program, n!gga
We don’t say, “The biggest” no more, we just say, “S*it get no bigger”
Cars, money, drügs and killers, when I shoot guns, I smile, n!gga
Been married to the streets, but ain’t have to walk down an aisle, n!gga
I took a life and earned some stripes, I and-one’d on a foul, n!gga
Swear with that Drac’, I do s*it bogus, go ask **** ’bout it, n!gga

[Outro]
I know why most rappers b!tches and I’m finna tell you the difference
They tryna live what they rap, meanwhile I’m rapping how I’m living
Rapper-wise, he might be king, in the streets, I’m the governor, n!gga
Swear with that Drac’, I do s*it bogus, go ask **** ’bout it, n!gga