Tuned in, I´m tellin´ you
I´m droppin´ nothin´ but gas
Foot on the motherfuckin´ gas, you hear me?
Yeah, Big Za

Big Za, yeah, huh

I´m a real trapper, tell me what you need (Brr, brr)
Yeah, bitch, this a McLaren, I can´t do nothin´ but speed (Yo)
Left club twenty-four and blew a damn thirty (Damn thirty)
Ayy, pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent
Yeah, huh, that´s my lil´ shit, she missus perfect (Come here, baby)
Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (Beep, beep, beep)
Huh, I´m the motherfuckin´ biggest, boy, let´s make a bet, huh
I´ll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck (Yo)

I´ll pull up in some shit´ll make your jaw drop (Jaw drop)
Lemon yellow ´Vette, come through lookin´ like a cough drop (Skrrt)
You can´t sit on my lap, baby, I paid too much for these jeans
My gold Rolls-Royce Culli´, blue inside like Listerine
She say, "Daddy, when I´ma see you?" I say, "Let me check my schedule"
I got two hundred fifty K in twenties ´cause it look better
Broke, bum-ass bitch, tell me where you live at?
Who me? I´ma get a sack like Khalil Mack (Yeah)
Thinkin´ ´bout it now, I probably spent a half a mil´ on clothes (Yeah)

I just went on tour, I gave away money at all my shows (Big Za)
Oh, that´s Dlow bendin´ the block, get your kids out the road (Yo)
I got a lot of dog shit on me, you better cover up your nose

I´m a real trapper, tell me what you need (Brr, brr)
Yeah, bitch, this a McLaren, I can´t do nothin´ but speed (Yo)
Left club twenty-four and blew a damn thirty (Damn thirty)
Ayy, pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent
Yeah, huh, that´s my lil´ shit, she missus perfect (Come here, baby)

Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (Beep, beep, beep)
Huh, I´m the motherfuckin´ biggest, boy, let´s make a bet, huh
I´ll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck (Yo)

I got tired of foreign cars, fuck ´round, got a Chevy mounted
Christmas, I told Santa Claus, "Just bring me a money counter"
Bro seen too many of his niggas get put in a suit, that´s why that blick got a button
I know I shouldn´t be mixin´ the family with business, I still give a job to my cousins
I´m out in London with a bad bitch, look like tummy, I pay to remove her gut

Ask her, can she make it clap, she can make it talk instead
Do CPR on the bando, who the fuck said trappin´ dead?
Send a nigga straight to heaven, roll him up, then we inhale him
She bad and she don´t hurt for nothin´, shawty got her shit together
My jeweler, he on speed dial, I should slow down on this glitter
Nightmares on that Maybach pillow, guess this shit ain´t what it seem
NoCap, Michael Jackson Thriller
Stuff a billi´ in my jeans

I´m a real trapper, tell me what you need (Brr, brr)

Yeah, bitch, this a McLaren, I can´t do nothin´ but speed (Yo)
Left club twenty-four and blew a damn thirty (Damn thirty)
Ayy, pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent
Yeah, huh, that´s my lil´ shit, she missus perfect (Come here, baby)
Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (Beep, beep, beep)
Huh, I´m the motherfuckin´ biggest, boy, let´s make a bet, huh
I´ll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck (Yo)

I´m clean in every state, that´s if you think ´bout murkin´ me

She was everything before she got her surgery
Ride with three thousand shots, I´m feelin´ like I´m Andre
I popped a half a pill, now she look like Beyoncé
Me and Dlow pull up back to back, shit like scoliosis
Know I should´ve been the quarterback, I got too much motion
Most of these niggas ain´t never slain no one, but they know how to troll
Come to my block, this shit like UFC, the trap be full of bowls

I´m in Miami, slidin´ in the Huracán like I´m Cameron or Jacob