[Intro: Lil Berete]
Ayy, big body when I hop in the traffic
Yeah, keep a big gun so you know I don't lack
Yeah, big body when I hop in

[Chorus: Lil Berete]
Ayy, hold up, big body when I hop in the traffic
Big guns so you know I ain't lack
Pulling cards, I ain't feeling you gangsters
Ooh, this is my lifestyle, no, this ain't no act
Ooh, I blew her back out, I ain't blowing no cash out
Ooh, I'm slimy, yeah
My bitch, she grimy, yeah, yeah
I run these bands up, tryna stack it for my kids' kids
Homie hit a pick and roll
I'ma pull up shooting threes
Told her, "Where'd your love go?"
I really thought I had the key

[Verse 1: Young Smoke]
Always rocking Rolex so I watch out for the evil
Took off all my jewelry and I'm still fly like a eagle
Uh, this be for my people, fans, supporters, they like brothers to me
Bullets ran right by his face and missed his head like luckily
My bitch, she real, she stack, she like stick how she stuck to me
I got Dior on my body
Grew as a hobby
I'm still getting sloppy toppy in the car
You know little brother 'bout his shit
Me and my n***a be slimed out
N***a, we know, we ain't playing now
N***as, they know that we spraying now

[Chorus: Lil Berete]
Ayy, hold up, big body when I hop in the traffic
Big guns so you know I ain't lack
Pulling cards, I ain't feeling you gangsters
Ooh, this is my lifestyle, no, this ain't no act
Ooh, I blew her back out, I ain't blowing no cash out
Ooh, I'm slimy, yeah
My bitch, she grimy, yeah, yeah
I run these bands up, tryna stack it for my kids' kids
Homie hit a pick and roll
I'ma pull up shooting threes
Told her, "Where'd your love go?"
I really thought I had the keys
[Verse 2: Tizzy Stacks]
Came from the bottom, I came from the bad, bad
You try to play with my body, get head tagged
You try to play with my shooter, get hashtagged
You can't get your mans back
On your head, got big bags
You gon' get your wig smacked
G-lock switch, don't kick back
Ain't even make a setback
Ooh, ooh, ooh, put him on the news
Ooh, ooh, ooh, we pull up to your crew
Up in the field with my n***as, got mob ties
We turn your gang to dead guys
GG on my waistline
He only speak through FaceTime

[Chorus: Lil Berete]
Ayy, hold up, big body when I hop in the traffic
Big guns so you know I ain't lack
Pulling cards, I ain't feeling you gangsters
Ooh, this is my lifestyle, no, this ain't no act
Ooh, I blew her back out, I ain't blowing no cash out
Ooh, I'm slimy, yeah
My bitch, she grimy, yeah, yeah
I run these bands up, tryna stack it for my kids' kids
Homie hit a pick and roll
I'ma pull up shooting threes
Told her, "Where'd your love go?"
I really thought I had the keys
[Outro: Lil Berete]
On gang, yeah
Ayy, hold up, big body when I hop in the traffic