Big Smacks

[Intro: Luh Tyler]
Big smacks
We got big racks
What?

[Verse 1: Certified Trapper]
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' nigga, get my belt and then whip ass
You stinky, lil' nigga (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
Nigga 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 niggas
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 niggas
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
Nigga play tough, get flipped like a fuckin' circus
You ain't give her Andy, lil' nigga 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'
Nigga pants tight as a bitch like a fuckin' virgin
I'll pull up every double switchy if it's really urgent

[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
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 niggas 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'
Niggas ain't really gettin' bucks, niggas pockets hurtin'
Baby treat me like a sippy cup, she gon' get to slurpin'
Ooh, this bitch nasty, she gon' get to slurpin'
Niggas, 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 nigga 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
Nigga, I done ran up so much cheese, I got a big bag
These niggas, they be steady hatin' on me, they gotta quit that
Put me on the beat, I'ma rip that
Goddamn, man, this nigga bitch so bad, I gotta hit that
Yeah, bitch, I got a big bag
Nigga, we ain't worried 'bout no dollar, we got big racks
Nigga, 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 nigga 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
Niggas tryna knock me off my pivot, tell 'em try again

[Outro: Luh Tyler]
Big smacks
We got big racks