[Intro: Lil Darkie & Isaiah Malik]
Ahh, yuh
Did you just make this shorter? (Yuh)
Finna rap all my shit again, yuh

[Verse 1: Isaiah Malik]
Uh, ayy!
The bigger the money, the bigger the bank
You n***as shooting them blanks, yuh
Imma keep two in the tank, yuh
Imma keep two in the tank, yuh
I need a boot tripping, if imma shoot imma keep you in my range, yuh
He Danny Phantom, I'm Gray, yuh
He blow up ghosts from the tank, yuh
You just a fuck n***a licking my boots and I'll tell you the truth, hey yeah
I couldn't fuck with a stranger
I couldn't- yuh, yuh
I got Mary Jane in the safe call me "Big Bank Budda"
Leave a n***a stain, I had him singing hallelujah
He ain't got a brain that's why he looking so peculiar, bitch who ya?
Better run 'cause imma leave a pool of, blood on my hands
It's a gun in my pants
Everyone look at my face, I'm Bobby The Builder
Put a tool on my waist, I'm finna shoot up the place
I'ma smoke the red no KitKat
Tell me what's a dog to a big cat?
Kick back in a strawberry ship
But a n***a really jumping and he really can't fix that
[Chorus: Lil Darkie]
Big gas, big shit
Talk mess, get your wig split
Hollow tips hit
All 'em kids grip big gats, big sticks
Big blunts and we rip cunts
Took a trip once

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Now she talking 'bout him different
Gas that you be whiffing, I be ripping, I be spliffing
Rapping like Egyptian
Put the smoke inside my ribs, and I might learn to cope
Or I might buy a light and turn to dope
(Hmm, hmmm, hmm, hmm)
(Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do)
Big gas all what I smoke
Look at me flow, hope I don't, hope I don't choke
Look what I wrote, look what I, look what I spit
Walking a, walking that drip
I'm on that bat, I'm on her, I'm on her back
I'ma get bust in her crack
Look at that white, white in a, white in a line
She on that shit all the time
I do not fuck with, I do not fuck with that shit, I'm too high
In my lane swerving down the 5
Smoking that green, I'm with the team
I might, be on that Bangtan shit
Don't got what it take to fit in
I'm on that face it bitch shit
They on that racist pig shit
She on that basic bitch shit
Get what I made, a big splash
I be that rain, that big gas
[Chorus: Lil Darkie]
Big gas, big gas
Big gas, big gas, big gas
Big gas, big gas, big shit
Talk mess, get your wig split
Hollow tips hit
All 'em kids grip big gats, big sticks
Big blunts and we rip cunts
Took a trip once, I got big luck (Ay, ayy)