Big Body - Tizzy Stackz, Lil Berete, Young Smoke

Ayy, big body when I hop in the traffic

Yeah, keep a big gun so you know I don’t lack

Yeah, big body when I hop in

Ayy, hold up, big body when I hop in the traffic

Big guns so you know I ain’t lack

Pulling cards, I ain’t feeling you gangsters

Ooh, this is my lifestyle, no, this ain’t no act

Ooh, I blew her back out, I ain’t blowing no cash out

Ooh, I’m slimy, yeah

My bitch, she grimy, yeah, yeah

I run these bands up, tryna stack it for my kids' kids

Homie hit a pick and roll

I’ma pull up shooting threes

Told her, «Where'd your love go?»

I really thought I had the key

Always rocking Rolex so I watch out for the evil

Took off all my jewelry and I’m still fly like a eagle

Uh, this be for my people, fans, supporters, they like brothers to me

Bullets ran right by his face and missed his head like luckily

My bitch, she real, she stack, she like stick how she stuck to me

I got Dior on my body

Grew as a hobby

I’m still getting sloppy toppy in the car

You know little brother 'bout his shit

Me and my nigga be slimed out

Nigga, we know, we ain’t playing now

Niggas, they know that we spraying now

Ayy, hold up, big body when I hop in the traffic

Big guns so you know I ain’t lack

Pulling cards, I ain’t feeling you gangsters

Ooh, this is my lifestyle, no, this ain’t no act

Ooh, I blew her back out, I ain’t blowing no cash out

Ooh, I’m slimy, yeah

My bitch, she grimy, yeah, yeah

I run these bands up, tryna stack it for my kids' kids

Homie hit a pick and roll

I’ma pull up shooting threes

Told her, «Where'd your love go?»

I really thought I had the keys

Came from the bottom, I came from the bad, bad

You try to play with my body, get head tagged

You try to play with my shooter, get hashtagged

You can’t get your mans back

On your head, got big bags

You gon' get your wig smacked

G-lock switch, don’t kick back

Ain’t even make a setback

Ooh, ooh, ooh, put him on the news

Ooh, ooh, ooh, we pull up to your crew

Up in the field with my niggas, got mob ties

We turn your gang to dead guys

GG on my waistline

He only speak through FaceTime

Ayy, hold up, big body when I hop in the traffic

Big guns so you know I ain’t lack

Pulling cards, I ain’t feeling you gangsters

Ooh, this is my lifestyle, no, this ain’t no act

Ooh, I blew her back out, I ain’t blowing no cash out

Ooh, I’m slimy, yeah

My bitch, she grimy, yeah, yeah

I run these bands up, tryna stack it for my kids' kids

Homie hit a pick and roll

I’ma pull up shooting threes

Told her, «Where'd your love go?»

I really thought I had the keys

On gang, yeah

Ayy, hold up, big body when I hop in the traffic