Nigga, yeah, nigga
Big Za
(Gentle Beatz)
Nigga, nigga

I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I´m ´bout my check (Big, big, big), you better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosin´ (Huh?), trap straight boomin´ (Yeah)
I´m a pack mover (Yeah), I´m a weight loser (Yeah)
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I´m ´bout my check (Big, big, big), you better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosin´ (Huh?), trap straight boomin´ (Yeah)
I´m a pack mover (Yeah), I´m a weight loser (Yeah)

I remember breakin´ into houses, okay, where the cameras at? (Where they at?)
Now I got like thirty G´s stuffed inside a fanny pack
Plug threw a nine-piece, okay, bet, I´ma handle that (We get it done)
You ain´t keep it P? Okay, bet, stand on that
All these designer clothes, I look like a damn booster
Hunnid in a sixty, fuck state troopers
Phone chirpin´ in the mornin´, bae, we roosters
Them niggas ain´t ballin´, bae, we hoopers
Huh? Bae, we D1 (Yeah)
We ain´t worried ´bout nothin´, bae, I got funds (Yeah)
Reup on some  yeah, yeah

Reup on some  shh, hit the trap, get it done

I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I´m ´bout my check (Big, big, big), you better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosin´ (Huh?), trap straight boomin´ (Yeah)
I´m a pack mover (Yeah), I´m a weight loser (Yeah)
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Woo)
And I´m ´bout my check (Hey), you better come correct (GloRilla)
These hoes stay choosin´ (On gang, gang), trap straight boomin´ (On gang, gang)
I´m a pack mover (Yeah), I´m a weight loser (Yeah)

These bitches ain´t no competition, man these hoes stay losin´
They talkin´ gangsta shit, but I´m the bitch you hoes ain´t foolin´
He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, man you niggas ain´t shooters
You hangin´ with the niggas that bucked you for your pistol, you a brewster
I can make my throat stretch (Ayy), I can make a mess (Woo)
Instead ran up a couple hundred thousand, went thirty days no sex
You know how lame it is to confront me about a nigga through a text?
You know how fast I´ll turn your favorite nigga into your favorite ex, ho? (Haha)

Fuck, abracadabra on your ass
Stop blowin´ him up, he with me, lil sis´, we laughin´ at your ass (Stupid)
I ain´t puttin´ that shit on, I can show them what that shit is (On god)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, tell me who that bitch is (On gang, gang)

I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I´m ´bout my check (Big, big, big), you better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosin´ (Huh?), trap straight boomin´ (Yeah)
I´m a pack mover (Yeah), I´m a weight loser (Yeah)
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)

And I´m ´bout my check (Big, big, big), you better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosin´ (Huh?), trap straight boomin´ (Yeah)
I´m a pack mover (Yeah), I´m a weight loser (Yeah)