[Intro]
(Oh, my Gosh, no way, Bi— Bi— Bi— Bi— Big Gunt)

[Chorus: Big Yavo]
Ayy, my lil' n***as sit in Stanley Bushes
Damn, I miss when grams was twenty
Usain Bolt, we ran through money
If my shit ain't stuffed, my pants feel funny
You a lil' guy in the paint, I'm Big Yay Drummond
Ain't talkin' bad, this shit gettin' bonkers
He not a track star, but he a runner
Come through, wide body G-Wagon look like a Hummer

[Verse 1: Big Yavo]
Bulletproof 'Lac truck, Yayski Obama
When you got cake, it get funneled
Girl, how you get all that ass in that romper?
Baby, I know how to score, I got jumper
Ayy, drank in my lap, this that thumper
Ayy, I'm havin' cheese like lasagna
What's in your pockets, lil' bruh? Nunya
Ayy, play me a beat, l'ma punch 'em

[Verse 2: Luh Solider & Big Yavo]
Ayy, give me a beat, l'ma get it and take down
I love how they chop shit, that's some K rounds
How we pop shit, we don't play 'round
Gorillas, I been around them since the playground
I can't lie, shit got gigantic
Hitters hop out and leave you in traffic
If I fuck with you, dog, it's organic
Blood for blood, you can't play with my family
Whole lotta money, I seen it too
We eatin', back then, we was starvin'
N***a spoke on them sets, he was riskin' his life, it was me that was clutching that carbon
It was me making sure that we ate
Havin' cheese, watchin' out for the rats
Make it flip, how you run up the sack
Run it up, blow a bag, get it back
Ayy, pockets full, the meter broke
Thirsty ho ain't seen cheese before
N***as really be in CB4
Before the rap, they couldn't see me, ho
Knock it down just like dominoes
Been in the gym, puttin' pump in hoes
Might take my main bitch to Pappadeaux's
I want money, I don't see the fun in hoes, they be nuts
If you chasin' pussy but can't keep no paper in your pocket, n***a, what the fuck?
Ayy, ridin' 'round smoking out the pound, you know that every 'Wood full of Runtz
Ayy, yeah, you should already know that I got it
Bankroll on me and this bitch sloppy
Let your bitch play around, she gon' top me (Let's go)
[Verse 3: Big Yavo]
Ayy, when you havin' that green, shorty come off that neck (Come off)
I see through these n***as like mesh (They do)
If you try to play, you won't pass the test (Bah)
Look, I just want the racks, fuck the rest (Fuck it)
Ayy, I just want the racks, fuck all of that other shit (All of it)
She let me hit, I heard you love the bitch (Love her)
Shorty a slew and you cuffin' lil' baby (Cuffin')
Servin' these turkeys my past, I'm stuffin' these, baby (Go)
Slow down, stop rushin', lil' lady
You ain't my bitch, we just be fuckin' lil' crazy (Huh)
Yayski be throwing them 4's and I can't be fucked with like my cousin, lil' baby (Can't)
Racks in my britches and I got a crease (It's creased)
This Glock got a .50, boy, like Big Meech
Pour up this lean and fire up this leaf
I can't give you shit, I find out you leak
Ask for somethin' tell you, "Hmm," like Lil Reese (Let's go)
Ridin' with that yeah in the Caprice
When I'm off that drank, it fuck with my speech
Just poured up that Wock' in a Faygo peach (Drank)

[Chorus: Big Yavo]
Ayy, my lil' n***as sit in Stanley Bushes
Damn, I miss when grams was twenty
Usain Bolt, we ran through money
If my shit ain't stuffed, my pants feel funny
You a lil' guy in the paint, I'm Big Yay Drummond
Ain't talkin' bad, this shit gettin' bonkers
He not a track star, but he a runner
Come through, wide body G-Wagon look like a Hummer