Certified Big Body Swerver

I got that money, went up, oh (Yeah) Went so far in that double R truck, we don't really give no f*ck, oh Really just on the way up, bro in the past, he stuck I cannot wait up Brand new drip, that shit Brand new drip, that's light Money stack up to my height If I go out, I'ma go out like Kite, big chop on my side Don't pull up, bitch, 'less you prepared to die This a big ass SRT, we fly Hop in this bitch, is you down to ride Lot of people out here switching sides (Yeah) Lot of people fake in a disguise I just go get that bag, don't even try (Yeah) Want this shit, just look up in my eyes Walked in Somerset, I said I want it, anything I buy All this shit too easy, don't even try Getting them racks we in that mode, big ass, yeah Getting them racks we in that mode, big ass Jeep, that shit on go I cannot switch on my bro People talking on the low Who is you? Nah, I don't know Get the f*ck out, you gotta go I drop racks on Moncler coat Cause in this life shit get cold You the one who claim you real, already know that you done told You the one said you down, already know yo ass gon' fold Big ass body Jeep on go Yeah, and if you talking money, we want the top spot Big bands up, been a hotshot I need a couple mil' quick, I need guap, guap These people switch, I'm real sick, it never stop, stop (Yeah) What's in my bag? Big bag Louis my bag, yeah, yeah This life way too fast Bitch you mad as f*ck 'cause you the one that done got passed Yeah, up in that Jeep, go jump This a big pistol but hit as hard as a pump You gon' go out like a punk I got that money stacked up in the trunk I take that shit, I get it like it's none We make the money, get rackies for fun We on the way, we on the hunt Ain't gon' stop, not never once In this life think everything too easy, yeah I drop some big racks on some Moncleezy, yeah You switched up quick, said you didn't need me Now you see me with them racks and my wrist look like Fiji, yeah But you cannot get none Money up, put it in the front We gon' chase that shit up, yeah, all month Pull that big ass chop out, make 'em run Hell nah, loop that beat back, I ain't done Everything in this life, bitch, we run, run Pull out that lil' (Shh) then you're done You get hit with one, it stun I'm big up, already won I cannot put my trust in none of these hoes running 'round I can only put my trust in money, couple hundred thou Get it in but blow it quick, but trust me, never running out You done used to talk shit but come around cause we run it now Yeah, but nah, bitch, f*ck that Get the f*ck back Shit was in the shop, but I done got big body truck back Poppin' out, got hundreds in my hands, bitch, I don't tuck racks You the type to go try talk some shit but you know none facts, yeah You know you not like us Only make hits when I pick the mic up I don't give a f*ck if you don't like us Cause I count money, stack that shit up to my height, yeah Shout out to that bag I just got in today, yeah Brand new SRT, we finna spin away, yeah Put up shots like I'm prime Jeremy Lin, okay Big Jeep, we got room, but you cannot hop in, no way I'll take this sauce right to my tomb, we the richest in the room And your bitch a fuckin' two, this a sweep, bitch, get the broom To the opps, bitch, this your doom At the W, bitch, cop a room You just talk, you just assume I just talk, I make some tunes Who out here fuckin' with the kid, no one Hit 'em with the fuckin' high kick like Shogun You be talkin' bout racks and that shit, but don't show none I was talkin' bout big body whip and then I rolled up Big racks out, we got 'em in today All the ones that was talkin' in the past, we made 'em pay I rock CDG all day, but I did not come in to play I let money talk for me, so I do not got much to say, yeah, nah SRT it jump, it do a hurdle, yeah All this drip on me, lil' bitch, I'm Squirtle Bro he fiending out, still sippin' purple, yeah Let's go take a trip, let's hit up Myrtle Yeah, any beat I'm on, gotta murder You don't know how to push that bitch, this your first vert You know me, Certified Big Body Swerver We make the wave, you ride the shit, you like a surfer Pulled up in some brand new Prada I'ma flex on you, lil' bitch, I gotta I just hit the set, uh, I bought Gabbana Too easy just to flex on 'em, not even tryna, yeah Big racks coming my way, big coupe on the highway Tell my wrist I had to hydrate, all this shit, I did it-, my way Yeah, Bentley, not no i8 Park that shit right in the driveway People talkin', shit that I hate, yeah Big Porsche, yo money dwarf, that ain't shit, hoe You get horsed, yeah, lil' bro, you know how shit go But how many horses in the whip? How fast it go You know we is not forcing shit, bitch, I'm him, hoe Certified Big Body Swerver, going crazy Goin' crazy, yeah, bitch, f*ck you, pay me I get racks, I count up on the daily, bitch, yeah Lot of people switched up, acting shady, f*ck 'em Yeah, any beat I'm on, gotta murder You don't know how to push that bitch, this yo first vert You know me, Certified Big Body Swerver We make the wave, you ride the shit, you like a surfer