text: What it-what it exactly are we doin?
  Dont play yourself, reward yourself and tune in to the 2017 BET Hip Hop Award hosted by me: DJ Khaled and Dade County
  Miami 305, big Tigger, salute
  I know you did it last year but this one is another one
  We keep it hype, never calm
  Green carpet flow
  At the BET hip awards and its powered by Nissan
  Big Tigger off the top, its what we do
  Everybody in Hip Hop, please stop through!
  BET instabooth LIVE from the carpet thats green
  Hip Hop Awards twenty seventeen
  Turn around say Oh my god, look at the host, my man Khaled & Mr. Asahd.
  So-so
  I did this last year right? But now Im doing it this year with my son, hold on
  From the heart of Kingston
  From the ice of Alaska
  Buffalo soldier, hardcore Rasta
  Im the original and the imposter
  Returning to make it, with or without ya
  New waters go 
  Well! steppin in yo! Pull up!
  Okay, Im in the Instabooth and Im spittin with Tigger
  A lot of girls out here, but Im lookin for SZA
  Last year was litty but, this year is litter
  BET like Kanye, it just came back bigger 
  I used to be a cane crack flipper
  But, now Im at award shows and all my old broads know
  R.I.P to hugh hef-
  Im feelin like Play Boy
  Carti
  Tigger, introduce me to Cardi 
  If not her, Ill take meeting with Barbie
  Nicki
  At least we aint talking bout Iggy
  Yeah, I dont get to nap
  What you do for a living?
  My business, rap
  Im out of town all the time, let me know if you can get with that
  5 minutes flat, I bag an ounce up
  I was in the trap
  Funny that the ones that was closest dont even give me dap
  You claim you want me, thats something that you just gotta prove
  lotta jewels, Gucci uniforms like its private school
  Crazy we wearing these red bottoms, then brought em out the blue
  Young rich nigga, prolly find me with Stella, got a groove
  Feel like I got her so now, I gotta follow through
  She telling me if we was together, I have to follow rules
  Ima see you, when Ima see you, I make a lot of moves
  I dont need you, but I might keep you
  What do I gotta prove?
  Like a ghost, I float
  Thats my style, Bre-Z step out no-
  Problem, I got em, they go wild
  Still a hater, I try to paint em a picture
  Im like How?
  Im litty in Miami, my nigga, thats right now!
  She on- TV screens and BET, Aventador so 3D, yall see me lean
  Hold up. Bre say less, I always say that
  But, if I gotta speak my mind they gon say Ah
  I heard these bitches fuckin for a lil position
  And I wont say no names, but I swear that I dont miss em
  I swear that shit was lame and I prolly shouldnt ah did it
  But, she cried about a nigga over liquor, so I hid it
  Put this outfit on
  Knowin that Trump might curse me
  But, I still black out in this all black Kaep jersey
  Listen, I dont think you heard me
  I black out in this all black Kaepernick jersey
  And for the sake of being free
  Why dont we all stand with Kaepernick, and just take a knee?
  So we can reverse the pattern of police brutality
  Cause black lives matter 
  Ya girl all over my magic wand
  I rap like Im chef Raekwon
  They like What is Fergy Ferg on?
  Im the don drinking the Cris
  Poppin ya chick, she all on my 
  Im all on her clit
  Look at my clique, that A$AP shit
  Uh, A S A P, F E R G
  Big Tigger, Im jigga, and you know me, D 
  Lamborghini dreams, bitch I mean what I say
  Do it for a purpose, you just her by mistake
  Put that lobster over here by that stake
  If you lookin for some hens, I got ten on the way
  I aint fuckin with these niggas, Im an industry virgin
  Penitentiary flows, reinventin the show
  Listen to these niggas ventin they soul
  Getting in they holes, fuck a dead broad and leave that bitch in the cold 
  Im too used to doin shit that I do
  You niggas get up off my dick about that auto and tune
  All I do if give shit in the booth
  Niggas dont make sense, so I aint tryna do this shit for the loose
  Look, if it dont make dollas, dont make sense
  And if it dont make ya holla, then it wont pay rent
  So we here, meet the flock
  Yeah, everybody with the Glock
  Woop! Flocka home
  The kids misdirected and the copsll roam
  Man, they rattin on each other, then they back at home
  Actin like it neva happened, back stabbin 
  Whats next? Another rapper dead, no flex
  Im goin at they head, who the best?
  Cut the check
  Closed mouth neva get fed, take the food off yo plate
  Chew it in yo face, motha fucka
  I cant hear ya shit, moment of silence
  Condonin the violence if you proposing to rise it
  They fan base mad I killed they favorite rapper
  Fuck it, Im still they favorite trappers favorite trapper
  Fuck freestyles, kill em with this written rhyme
  And all these coke head niggas better get in line
  No subliminals, Im direct hittin em
  Yo clique is soft, tell yo kick it with a boss
  Yo, I got the world saying Skrrr, pop pop
  Yeah, I did that
  Me, I never slack
  You see my jacket? Its all black!
  Skiddy ya, pop, kudu koom, boom!
  Yo, thats the sound that I do
  I dont sing, I just link
  See my ring? I bling bling
  Oh! I just killed this
  Ya done know, milk this
  I like girls with big urgh!
  Feugh, neugh, eugh, bugh!
  Ya done know
  Ya just grow
  Yo, under my hat, theres no Afro
  Damn, a part of 50 central for that ass
  We pullin up here & we got a lot of cash
  Wait, not yet cause we aint get all our checks
  But, we still here on the green carpet!
  Look! Boy, Im flyer than a witches broom
  Got so many carrots, Im a loony toon
  Beat hella cray, thats a loony tune
  Aint no Big Sean, but I got the moves
  50 central, no stutter in my step
  Money owe me like that nigga lost a bet
  Cant wait to blow her back, she blanking
  Burn these hoes in my pocket
  Cash speed and lighting up, Im on a 50central rocket
  Riding shotgun on the short bus?
  Aint none wrong with the short bus
  We be up here in the short bus
   and you heard us
  I dont write lines, I just spit it off the dome
  That pen and pad my enemies, we dont get along
  Im like Hova, when he was Jay-Z
  Im big in his prime, its poetry
  Bigger than rhyme, Im bigger than crime
  I figured, all the real niggas who listen rhymes, in time the only name yall gon mention is mine
  My shit is divine, entwined with henchmen and the grind
  Con, then lynch men over dimes
  Let me remind- all yall
  I lynch men over rhymes, so when you spittin dont go over that line, soldier
  Now, you should see they faces when I pull up in my car
  A lot of niggas hatin and bitches startin in awe
  Let them niggas hate, if they armed, then its on
  Them niggas got more than balls and they drawls 
  Straight from the porches, now we getting gorgeous-
  Women to endorse us, you know we gotta get it on
  Im here with Tigger, my nigga
  Know that we tryna get bigger
  Shout out J.Cole, my dog
  You know whats goin on
  That BET, you know you see these niggas in streets
  You know we goin off the top
  You know how we rock
  Yeah, I got my dog from the block
  I got a record deal, my label dont like it when I hang out
  That let me know that they aint know me fore I came out
  Kevin Laws, I know its a risk to have these chains off
  But, Im that same- thatll knock a- brains out
  Ex b- run off with a rollie
  Hope, she make it strech
  I coulda killed her lil dirty ungrateful ass
  But, Im more mad myself for tryna date a rat
  Plus, I get thirty for a show so, Ima make it back
  Used to order Wendys fries, bring a shake with that
  Now its Benihana rice, put some stake on that
  The Mustang used to always run outta gas
  Now, Im in that wraith, touch the paint and its a body bag
  Rap quitter, knack of the sack, nigga
  Who blizzards this rap, bigger than men of a pack
  Grin to the top of the gat, grip, and Im busting up wack niggas
  Tarter or plaque, nigga? What do you choose?
  Simply irrelevant, ehm, cynical, evident
  Please, wrestling evidence, keys
  Moving when definite
  Sole goals for the president
  Bleed red for the government, hes... 
  I dont drink, I dont smoke
  I stay sober
  That mean they dont work for you
  I just lied, I be on them percys, too
  You know how Im goin
  Coming from the dome
  If you call yourself King Im coming for the throne
  Waited my whole life to get in the booth with big Tigger
  I wear a jacket, Versace with a big zipper
  Im fly as hell, Im feeling like a turbine
  And I bag ya chick, cause Im handsome and my words fine
  Yeah, comin from the top of the head
  Stay on top of that money, on top of the bread
  And they hammer right here on me, on top of the leg
  With ya shorty tiltin right on top of the bed