Big Body Convertible lyrics

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

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Put a spell on the b*tch with my di*k, 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 n*ggas 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 b*tch 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 n*ggas pus*y, pus*y, all I see is pink
All these pus*y n*ggas 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, b*tch, I got it to a T
Couple hundred thousand on some bowls, make a mill' first week
All my n*ggas messy, b*tch, 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 b*tch wettin' up the sheets
Run the damn game like a n*gga got on cleats
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Pullin' up, big body, and this b*tch convertible
She could be the baddest b*tch, I swear to God, I'm curvin' her
Blow a b*tch brains out like a damn murderer
f*cked her last week, but I swear I've never heard of her

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
I know what you think
You prolly' caught up in the hype, but think you know it, n*gga, I'ma have to show you
I'm the type to up and blow it, won't even let you blink
Pulled up two hundred thousand, this bullet proof truck like Brink's ([?] f*cking all on the sink, yeah, yeah)
No, I am not one of them, bae (No)
I'll take you out to dinner if you promise to eat my di*k, bae (Yeah, yeah)
She told me she got a n*gga, I looked and told her, "so what, bae?" (Oh)
You know I like girls, who like f*ckin' girls, they could have a buffet
I'm giving 'em all you can eat
But you not usin' teeth, you gotta be gentle (Yeah, yeah)
I prolly' don't want you to be in my motherf*ckin' ride, so we hop in the rental (Woah)
I'd prolly' keep up, all this muhf*ckin' goin' outside just to catch him and kill him (Woo, woo)
Yeah, he got the mind of a menace, big body, tires and they spinnin'
Roll up your window, you with that n*gga, baby
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Pullin' up, big body, and this b*tch convertible
She could be the baddest b*tch, I swear to God, I'm curvin' her
Blow a b*tch brains out like a damn murderer
f*cked her last week, but I swear I've never heard of her
[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Put a spell on the b*tch with my di*k, 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 n*ggas talkin' brazy, I'ma put 'em in a hearse, huh