[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(Aha, is DP on that?)
(DP on the beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Fijimacintosh]
N***a, that's a big bet, yeah, this a big check, yeah, gotta big flex, yeah
Flexin' on these n***as, I got big pecks, yeah
On the big set, yeah, that's a big bet, yeah
You don't want no smoke 'cause we got big TECs, yeah
We got big TECs, yeah, we got big TECs, yeah
Start a big mess, yeah
I been hoppin' out this 'Rari in a big Jag', yeah
Shoot a n***a face until ain't shit left, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Fijimacintosh]
Diamonds, they drip just like the water
Get your bitch before she get slaughtered
Spank the lil' bitch like I was her father
Sippin' that lean but don't need baby bottle
Bitch so bad like the next top-model
Chopper sing like the opera
N***as, they talk but I don't do the gossip
My n***as talk but I might sing a concert
Screw you roller kid
I'm rollin' with the slimes, yeah
N***as hatin' droppin' dimes, yeah
And that money on my mind, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
N***a, that's a big bet, yeah, this a big check, yeah, gotta big flex, yeah
Flexin' on these n***as, I got big pecks, yeah
On the big set, yeah, that's a big bet, yeah
You don't want no smoke 'cause we got big TECs, yeah
We got big TECs, yeah, we got big TECs, yeah
Start a big mess, yeah
I been hoppin' out this 'Rari in a big Jag', yeah
Shoot a n***a face until ain't shit left, yeah
Big bet, yeah, this a big check, yeah, gotta big flex, yeah
Flexin' on these n***as, I got big pecks, yeah
On the big set, yeah, that's a big bet, yeah
You don't want no smoke 'cause we got big TECs, yeah
We got big TECs, yeah, we got big TECs, yeah
Start a big mess, yeah
I been hoppin' out this 'Rari in a big Jag', yeah
Shoot a n***a face until ain't shit left, yeah

[Verse 2: Fijimacintosh]
I said, hopping out this 'Rari like I'm Batman
Smoking on this dope, bitch, I'm way off the atlas
She gon' do a trick on this dick like gymnastic
And I'm fresh to death like I came in a casket
And I don't listen to words, bitch, I really watch your actions
Brother pitching them birds, damn near caught him out in traffic
We be going way up, [?]
All these n***as hate us, but these bitches love us
Bitch, we innovative, watch how the doors go up (Yeah)
Watch how your ho go up
Riding in that spider, that bitch only got two seats
And I got my [?]
Money make her dance, make her dance like MC Hammer, ah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
N***a, that's a big bet, yeah, this a big check, yeah, gotta big flex, yeah
Flexin' on these n***as, I got big pecks, yeah
On the big set, yeah, that's a big bet, yeah
You don't want no smoke 'cause we got big TECs, yeah
We got big TECs, yeah, we got big TECs, yeah
Start a big mess, yeah
I been hoppin' out this 'Rari in a big Jag', yeah
Shoot a n***a face until ain't shit left, yeah

[Outro]
I'm the best!