[Intro: Trippie Redd & Offset]
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E)
Huh
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Ayy, hey)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Offset]
Don't come outside, we send them killers at your door (Door), huh, yeah (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil' bitch, we slice your throat (Slice), huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the club, look like a ghost (Cloth), huh, yeah (Woo)
On the yacht, let's have a toast 'cause I'm the G.O.A.T. (Yeah), huh, yeah (Yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some clothes (Clothes), yeah (Ayy, thirty)
And just made a hundred thousand for a show (Show), huh, yeah (Yeah, hey)
With them slimes, you know them niggas wipe your nose (Slime), huh, yeah (Slime)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like, oh (Oh), huh, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Offset]
Stackin' and flippin' that money, not sellin' my soul (Stackin' that)
Walk in that room, told that bitch not to slip on my drip 'cause it's all on the floor (Don't slip)
Trap all this shit in the Nawf, in the 'bando, they knock at the door like Jehovah (Knock, knock)
I keep a hundred round drum in the back of my trunk and it bite like a Cobra (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Feelin' like Tony Montana, the world is mine, we runnin' the globe (Mine)
Get the fuck up, I don't know (Go)
Thirty-round Glock for the internet trolls (Bah)
Fuck on a thot, I'ma pay for the bros (Yes, sir)
Count up a M in one night in my Rolls (Count up)
Put this shit on me then put me in Vogue
Straight out the Nawf, Big 34 (Nawf)
Think that shit soft and we shoot out your soul (Hey, soul)
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E)
Huh
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Ayy, hey)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Offset]
Don't come outside, we send them killers at your door (Door), huh, yeah (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil' bitch, we slice your throat (Slice), huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the club, look like a ghost (Cloth), huh, yeah (Woo)
On the yacht, let's have a toast 'cause I'm the G.O.A.T. (Yeah), huh, yeah (Yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some clothes (Clothes), yeah (Ayy, thirty)
And just made a hundred thousand for a show (Show), huh, yeah (Yeah, hey)
With them slimes, you know them niggas wipe your nose (Slime), huh, yeah (Slime)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like, oh (Oh), huh, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Offset]
Stackin' and flippin' that money, not sellin' my soul (Stackin' that)
Walk in that room, told that bitch not to slip on my drip 'cause it's all on the floor (Don't slip)
Trap all this shit in the Nawf, in the 'bando, they knock at the door like Jehovah (Knock, knock)
I keep a hundred round drum in the back of my trunk and it bite like a Cobra (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Feelin' like Tony Montana, the world is mine, we runnin' the globe (Mine)
Get the fuck up, I don't know (Go)
Thirty-round Glock for the internet trolls (Bah)
Fuck on a thot, I'ma pay for the bros (Yes, sir)
Count up a M in one night in my Rolls (Count up)
Put this shit on me then put me in Vogue
Straight out the Nawf, Big 34 (Nawf)
Think that shit soft and we shoot out your soul (Hey, soul)
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