I told ya I´m that bitch from the South, I knock a nigga socks off
I´m outside swinging sticks, I ain´t talkin´ top golf I been killin´ features, I´m on everythin´ like hot sauce So don´t act like I ain´t been that bitch since I popped off Big chains hang around me, loitering, wifey bring, them pointers in (Ice) Show ´em, the end of the road, I ain´t into turnin´ boys to men Walk through, there´s forty bands, red bottoms like Toya man (Yeah) Who cut a nigga off quicker than me? Shit, not even Lori can (On God) Who she think she is? She don´t win big, so well, bitch, I did (I did) Bitches ain´t on shit but dick, I´m pullin´ triggers, not no wigs (Yeah)
Latto that, Latto this (Ha), tryna figure out my biz (Yeah) Tell the blogs when they speak on Latto, don´t forget the Big Higher than them tree tops (Yeah), bitch thinkin´ she hot (What?) AP scally bust down (Ice), long way from them G-Shocks Your fave is a freak thot (On God), no walls, sheet rocks Told you he don´t eat, but to this pussy he gon´ beatbox
Ha, on God This shit just too motherfuckin´ easy Big Latto, big money, big Balenciaga, big been takin´ everything motherfuckin´ big I´m the biggest, ha
Bitch Ain´t nothin´ big about y´all hoes, so if the bitch name ain´t Latto, don´t put Big in front of it, straight up