Big Whips

[Verse 1]
I was in the '81 Pearl Tornado, taking flight
Through the turntable, and it started cutting at the light
Nigga lift ignorant as fuck
Toy R Us shopping for the kids, I got Jeffery Bucks
I used to park and leave it running unlocked
'Cause don’t nobody one want that hooptie on the lot
I fill the trunk to the front, and the baby seats
Waiting, watching Sopranos on a portable DVD
Shit, I always did it large as my car was
Big smoke out the roof, the car smelled like hard bud
Alarm-a-dub, but the horn was loud to the ears
And the system was either Kenwood or Pioneer
I pulled a couple of doughs out the dashboard
'Cause I was always good to get some quick cash for it
Cruising on the scene, trying to get rich
Big scheme, big dreams and a big whip

[Chorus]
Turned up in the OG, puffing OG, riding in that OG
Riding with the OG, puffing OG, riding with the OG
Big whip hustle, big engine, big whip hustle
Big whip hustle, big engine, big whip hustle

[Verse 2]
Pops had the Caddie, mom had the Devine Applause
I used to grab the keys when they was often gone
Open up the garage and it was on
Picking up the chicks, West Coast and banging Snoop songs
Since I did that dirt inside the old whip
Big whips with dreams of getting them big chips
Wide turns built like a tank feeling ill pimp
Still get that O-OG vibe on some real shit
Oldsmobile, hooptie with the tv dash
Five skate knocking, they want to see me crash
With the plush interior and the high roof
The kind of whip used for drive-bys, not drive-thrus
The wider the body, the more luxurious
Take over the lanes got niggas furious
Like that baby driver banging my sickest mix
Big dreams with big schemes up in my biggest whips

[Chorus]
Turned up in the OG, puffing OG, riding in that OG
Riding with the OG, puffing OG, riding with the OG
Big whip hustle, big engine, big whip hustle
Big whip hustle, big engine, big whip hustle
Big whip hustle