Big Body Convertible Trippie Redd (Ft. DaBaby)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Pullin' up, big body, and this bitch convertible
She could be the baddest bitch, I swear to God, I'm curvin' her
Blow a bitch brains out like a damn murderer
Fucked her last week, but I swear I've never heard of her

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Put a spell on the bitch with my dick, yeah, I'm cursin' her
Hundred round drum on the stick, three round, burst on 'em
The opps poppin' out like a zit, then I'm burstin' 'em
Heard them niggas talkin' brazy, I'ma put 'em in a hearse, huh

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
.223s, 7.62s, put 'em in the dirt, huh
Big chops, she see what's in store, ain't talkin' clerks, huh
I be with the birds, bet a bitch won't say a peep
Hundred fifty on my chain, hundred on my teeth
They want me to kill 'em, okay, got it, I'm elite
Got my wallet, not my phone, leave a message at the beep
All these niggas pussy, pussy, all I see is pink
All these pussy niggas ran, I went and bought me a damn Sphinx
I can make a mil’, or two, bae, before you blink
My brother robbed a couple banks, his dream was a Brink’s
They don't think I got it, bitch, I got it to a T
Couple hundred thousand on some bowls, make a mill' first week
All my niggas messy, bitch, we got it out the street
Know I keep that TEC on me, I'm feelin' like a geek
Wet the block up, like my bitch wettin' up the sheets
Run the damn game like a nigga got on cleats