Big smacks

We got big racks

What?

Big smacks

You ridin' with your bitch smack

Give that ho a one-way flight to Pluto 'cause that bitch whack

Brother call me, "Ayy, ayy," so you know I pull up, big smacks

Spin back twice or a third, get his shit splat

Seven inch barrel, big smacks

Bitch jumpin' all in my face, that's a big pass

Throw fifty racks in your face, that's a whiplash

We spank you, lil' ****, get my belt and then whip ass

You stinky, lil' **** (Uh), this my fifth Back'

Bathing Ape shirt on my back, came from mid-class

Listen to this shit, you might smash, now your whip crashed

Oh, you feeling like Superman, you ain't die?

Shootin' from the east to the south, bitch, I can't fly

**** give me six zaps, I can make nine

Put me in the kitchen with a brick, I can make pie

If I told you get your coat, is you fuckin' with it?

Get your Glock, get your— phew, get your fuckin' blicky

Get the cut, get to— brr, at all your ****

Drive-bys in this car, I know that they gon' flick us

Phew, phew, phew, phew (Damn)

Seven G's in my pocket, what the fuck you strippin'?

It's a beam on your shit, how the fuck you missin'?

Ain't no hoes over here, what the fuck you listen?

Brr, hit the fuckin' cut, really get to business

Big smacks

Catch him side block, gettin' up on his ass

Five-seveN on your head, damn near miss pass

I'ma spin and spin again with your bitch ass (Phew, phew, phew, phew)

Bitch-ass ****

Lay down

Your bitch ass better not get back up either

If you ain't up at least five hundred, better get to working

Drop the oil down, straight fire, bring back to the surface

**** play tough, get flipped like a fuckin' circus

You ain't give her Andy, lil' **** did it on fuckin' purpose

Bitch gon' deepthroat my dick, that shit be fuckin' hurtin'

Straight drip in her mouth, cum shot, get to fuckin' burpin'

**** pants tight as a bitch like a fuckin' virgin

I'll pull up every double switchy if it's really urgent

I'll have my brothers pull up with that— frrt, if it's really urgent

Call my brother Nick 'cause he gon' keep that cannon, but don't wear no turban

I see **** tryna do the shit we do, but none that shit ain't workin'

I can't even really post the shit I do 'cause my lil' bitch be lurkin'

**** ain't really gettin' bucks, **** pockets hurtin'

Baby treat me like a sippy cup, she gon' get to slurpin'

Ooh, this bitch nasty, she gon' get to slurpin'

****, they be tryna ride my wave, we don't do no surfin'

I ain't worried 'bout a bitch, I'm paid, I got big racks

I be spittin' hot shit every day, I need some Tic-Tacs

Took that **** ho, now he keep askin' where his bitch at

I ain't even cappin', that's on bro, I'm speakin' big facts

Big racks, bitch, we got big racks

Go and open up your freezer, bitch, that's where my wrist at

Don't come to me if you ain't talkin' paper, tell 'em get back

My brother certified and he be trappin', he got big cash

Your bitch makin' it clap right to the beat, she got a big ass

****, I done ran up so much cheese, I got a big bag

These ****, they be steady hatin' on me, they gotta quit that

Put me on the beat, I'ma rip that

Goddamn, man, this **** bitch so bad, I gotta hit that

Yeah, bitch, I got a big bag

****, we ain't worried 'bout no dollar, we got big racks

****, we ain't worried 'bout a problem, bro got big smacks

Every time she tryna leave, I spend some cash and get my bitch back

Bitch call me papi, I'm a rich dad

Diamonds on me dance, yeah, my wrist froze

Them diamonds on me dancin' like it's disco

Hit your bitch and then I move on to the next ho

Big-ass Cuban got my neck swole

Boy, I bet you never met a **** that can rhyme like this

Bust down on my wrist so these bitches know what time it is

This bitch in here wetter than an ocean, boy, I'm divin' in

**** tryna knock me off my pivot, tell 'em try again

Big smacks

We got big racks