Big wheel (As we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah, yeah (Ri-ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Ayy, ayy (Ri-ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Cole, you stupid (Ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
b#tch, yeah (Ri-ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Ayy (Ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ri-ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah, big wheels (Ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
(Ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Big wheel got that m#th*rf#ck*r skatin’ hard
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with ya’
Last year, you was my b#tch, now you my baby girl
Last year, you was my b#tch, now you my baby girl
I’m a cold piece of work (Yeah)
Whippin’ up to serve (Yeah), what was for dessert? (Yeah)
I’m a Gucci Mane, you a Captain Kirk
I don’t wanna flirt (Yeah), tell me, what’s the word? p#ss#
b#tch, you know what’s up (Yeah), always on the cusp (Yeah)
What’s that in your cup? (Cup) Sippin’ on that (Sippin’ on that)
Yeah, never in a rush (Rush), kickin’ out the sl#ts (sl#ts)
I get off the bus (Yeah), p#ss#
Big wheel got that m#th*rf#ck*r skatin’ hard
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with ya’
Last year, you was my b#tch, now you my baby girl (Yeah)
Last year, you was my b#tch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big wheel got that m#th*rf#ck*r skatin’ hard
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with ya’ (Ha-ha, b#tch)
Last year, you was my b#tch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, what the f#ck?)
Last year, you was my b#tch, now you my baby girl (Ayy, ayy)
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, huh?
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, huh?
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, what the f#ck?
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, gang, gang
Triple up, be crunk as f#ck
Hype as f#ck, but don’t stop the dose
Duke Deuce, your name hot as f#ck (Huh?)
Ain’t met one b#tch who would not f#ck (Huh? Would not f#ck)
Buck as f#ck, that pistol tucked for p#ss# n#gg#s actin’ tough (Brrat, bah)
f#ck a Draco, keep that capital K for range, that’s if you run
f#ckin’ b#tches, ain’t no cuffin’ b#tches like them other n#gg#s (Yeah)
Tough decisions in this rappin’ business, ain’t no bein’ friendly (Yeah)
Old n#gg#s turned to enemies, now I’m seein’ plenty (Seein’)
Strictly business, they like “Duke, you’re trippin’,” b#tch, I need a milli’
Plenty people used to sleep up on me, now I’m seekin’ vengeance (b#tch)
Cold ice and cold heart, b#tch, you know we strictly pimpin’
Tryna keep rappin’, these n#gg# keep cappin’
The p#ss# #ss rappers keep f#ckin’ with me (f#ckin’ with me)
You’re hustlin’ backwards, I pull up in Raptor
I’m strapped with them triple, them brothers with me (Ayy, ayy)
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up (Ayy, ayy)
Big wheel got that m#th*rf#ck*r skatin’ hard (Huh?)
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with ya (Huh?)
Last year, you was my b#tch, now you my baby girl (What the f#ck?)
Last year, you was my b#tch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big wheel got that m#th*rf#ck*r skatin’ hard (Huh?)
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with ya (Huh?)
Last year, you was my b#tch, now you my baby girl (What the f#ck?)
Last year, you was my b#tch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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