Big Body

Lyrics

[Intro: G.T.] Man, turn that shit up, man Yeah That real shit, that 7 Mile shit Plug talk, nigga Yeah Ayy [Chorus: G.T.] Be careful when you backin' that big body up My niggas, they get money and they bodied up We grind hard for this shit, nigga, wasn't nothing luck I got picked up from the county in a Maybach truck My feet up in the backseat, Swanbo rolling up I was VIP in clubs and I wasn't old enough I had to go back to my jeweler, I wasn't froze enough Stop talkin' work to me, you ain't sold enough [Verse 1: G.T.] They used to tell me come back when I was old enough I grabbed the pistol, I grabbed the sack, I told them niggas I'm grown as fuck Them 7.62s get to flipping, I bet they fold 'em up I got like fifty bands, two FNs in my pants, I can't hold 'em up Ain't no nigga gon' hold me up I'm working like I ain't got one dollar, but I'm really up Nah, for real, nigga, I'm really up I bought a chain and watch, I could have went and bought a Bentley truck I be around snakes, nigga slimy, nigga slick as fuck Around them heavyweights, them niggas'll slam your ass and pick you up Niggas think you sweet, they gon' rock you to sleep and stick you up We got on heavy chains, we got them pistols tucked Cameras down the block, we saw 'em coming, it's already tucked The rose gold an anniversary, the white a 41 I really started getting some real cheese when I turned twenty-one What you mean you ain't cop more than one? Your trap slow or what? [Chorus: G.T.] Be careful when you backin' that big body up My niggas, they get money and they bodied up We grind hard for this shit, nigga, wasn't nothing luck I got picked up from the county in a Maybach truck My feet up in the backseat, Swanbo rolling up I was VIP in clubs and I wasn't old enough I had to go back to my jeweler, I wasn't froze enough Stop talkin' work to me, you ain't sold enough [Verse 2: Veeze] That lil' shit you doing, we don't call that braggin' (Believe that) This really my life, you call that fashion (Yeah) Hundred pounds ain't shit, that's light, nigga, we don't even call that trappin' (That's light, nigga) I'm smokin' top shelf, white buffs, shit got white as ash I got a bad-ass bitch be scammin', she 'bout to buy a Patek (Ooh) She tryna show me shit with the profiles, get me a free-ass mansion Bro said the motion so big, these bitches from Paris'll fly to Atlanta (On a Spirit too) You take her down to Miami, the word is yours like Tony and Manny (No cap) Three, four drugs in my satchel, nigga can't see us, we off this planet (Yeah) I got a lean habit, look in my cup, it's pink like salmon (Ugh) Bro said fuck the camera, see that nigga, he gon' box his casket So geeked up when I'm off the pills, I had to dark my glasses (No cap) All my jeans come with bandana, feel like a bandit All my niggas, they overprotective, nigga, ain't no lacking This lil' bitch said she wanna be down, I feel like she Brandy I don't give a fuck if you come with a Porsche, the money'll shred it [Chorus: G.T.] Be careful when you backin' that big body up My niggas, they get money and they bodied up We grind hard for this shit, nigga, wasn't nothing luck I got picked up from the county in a Maybach truck My feet up in the backseat, Swanbo rolling up I was VIP in clubs and I wasn't old enough I had to go back to my jeweler, I wasn't froze enough Stop talkin' work to me, you ain't sold enough