Big Bucks

Lyrics

[Chorus: G.T.] The trunk in the front, pouring lean and I'm rolling blunts We rocking Plane Janes, and we got on Buffs What I made tonight, [?] took your ass 6 months Big trucks on express [?] nigga, big bucks [Verse 1: G.T.] Big ice on [?] Hopping off the jet, and I got lean in my coffee cup [?] at the backdoor, early for that wake up I'm in this bitch with Vezzo and my nigga Bankroll Freddie I'm gone off a perc, so I put it in her belly I [?] bag [?] for these racks, 'cause they heavy I was grinding, they was sleeping, I done took off, they wasn't ready Walk into Louie, I need two pare, I feel like Nelly Send my killer to the club, and make a movie like it's Belly Bitch got on Chanel, my bitch got on [?] And we both got on a Presi, man, you lil niggas petty [Chorus: G.T.] The trunk in the front, pouring lean and I'm rolling blunts We rocking Plane Janes, and we got on Buffs What I made tonight, [?] took your ass 6 months Big trucks on express [?] nigga, big bucks [Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo] [?] 36's [?] no [?] See that nigga stressin off the weed, he done blew his cheese This [?] charm around my neck, it feel like two degrese I'ma do the dash in that new Rari, I can't do the speed Got Joe Bidan on my arm, call it 46 Real sipper, I ain't got [?] gon' pour [?] Put my niggas in the game, me, I just throw assists When it come to stacking up them mills, you niggas 0 and 6 Took 400 to the dealer for that color Stuffing 26's on that bitch [?] I got a town cream soda, pour the mud in it Put a switch on the FFN, sound like it's studdering [Chorus: G.T.] The trunk in the front, pouring lean and I'm rolling blunts We rocking Plane Janes, and we got on Buffs What I made tonight, [?] took your ass 6 months Big trucks on express [?] nigga, big bucks [Verse 3: Trae tha Truth] Won't be no ice around my wrist, unless it's flooded in it No, I don't smoke and I don't drink, but bitch, I'm thuggin it I got a shorty nicknamed Red, she got that [?] Think she [?] with that bag, the way she got it on her That probably went over your head, niggas sleep like they roll off meds Either way, I'ma get to the bread Brand new drop [?] head All in black, know we [?] call it back No falling back, I'm a real G, but I'm stepping on them, call me Shaq I'm [?] cost me 2 [?] I pull them out, they go [?] talking two pills [?] back to back, we get to spinning, call that two drills Came out the bottom to the top, I'm talking two hills [Chorus: G.T.] The trunk in the front, pouring lean and I'm rolling blunts We rocking Plane Janes, and we got on Buffs What I made tonight, [?] took your ass 6 months Big trucks on express [?] nigga, big bucks