Big boat Pt. 1 Lyrics

Yo man what up

This bands

Yeah this bands

What's your fucking ETA nigga

Nigga I'll be there right now

You said you was gonna be here ten minutes man

Man that's traffic nigga

Fuck

Man I'll be there when I'll be there

Alright

What you need a QP or

Sum

For sure

Blowin on Lemon cherry gelato yeah cost you three fifty

Hit that boy with the AR boy did a kick flip he did a 360

I'm the back of the Cullinan baby yeah I'm flying through the city

Too many hoes lined up at my show this shit like Sin City

I got the power to the streets like 50

You ain't got a couple bands you can't not get with me

Baby said she get a buzz every time she drink Pink Whitney

I'm drinking on this lean I know I'm fucking up my kidneys

I be clutching on this ARP when I take a piss

We ain't going to the crib we about to go to the Ritz

Yellow diamonds in my chain look like I took a piss

I'm in that double R truck i know them little niggas pissed

All this cheese in my pocket I can't even take a shit

Wake up out the bed know I'm feeling like the shit

In the doo-doo truck you know I'm slidin' around with this brick

I got my duh-duh-duh you know I'm finna pop him in shit

If you ain't standing on nothing you ain't gonna stand on your shit

Ain't no search in this car we got a trunk full of bricks

Maybach Spinner Van they can't see me through the tint

Give me the chop hanging out the roof like Sean Kim

Double R truck it came with the stars

Seen him at the junkyard beat his ass with car parts

We in them scats an in them Durangos baby this a go-kart

556 hit his engine block his car won't start

Stick on my hip I told him hit the hokey pokey

25 shots up in the clip I'm shooting threes like Kobe

Since I started rapping everybody think that they know me

Might shoot out the window with a chop like Ginobili

Man it get hot like the fucking kitchen stove

They waving white flags talking about they don't want no smoke

Show it up to the Met Gala in the all-white rose

Put that nigga in a pot cook that nigga like he roast

Bitch we party on the yard while you on the speedboat

We in the middle of the ocean and we blowing on this dope

I done spent six bands on a Burberry coat

US Marchall trying to search the car but I told them niggas no

Baby Smoke got his gun license talking about

Baby Smoke got his gun license trying to go up the scope

Before I go broke I'll go beat the road

Took my Carti out the freezer got my whole body cold

Whip out steel on them niggas yeah the whole squad froze

Beat his head with a gun till he fell on the floor

I was gonna stomp his ass out but my boy told me no

We in the middle of the ocean in this Lamborghini boat

Got light-skinned Dominican hoes with white toes

He got mad by this bitch but I just used her throat

These niggas tender by these hoes lil' nigga let her go

She wanna be a city girl so I put it in her throat

This a Maybach truck baby crawl on your toes

Yeah we throwing all this money up them lil' niggas' throat

He wanna beef but bitch I'm finna go up the scope Whole lotta racks