Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I copped the old school cutlass, it was navy blue
Fuck them hub caps, I had to cop some twenty-twos
Throwback 1952 like my ****, Boo
Some Baud's too, now what's a fit without the shoes?
Six hundred-fifty dollar gear, man, I'm fitted up
Fresh cut, all you ****' hoes getting fucked
Gas tank filled up, plus I'm grilled up
A couple fire ass blunts and a full cup
[Verse 2]
Fuck an Expedition, me, I want a Benz truck
Skinny chick suck a dick, I want a thick something
Fuck five figures, man, I hustle hard for six something
From noon to noon, soon I will be a rich something
What's conversation if a **** can't just hit something?
Why fuck a clown if you can fuck a **** really thugging?
If you gon' score and hustle, do it big then
You pull it out in public, bust it, do it big then
If you gon' flip your buckets, shit, do it big then
You know them rims look much better when they keep spinning
[Verse 3]
You gon' do that shit
Then, ****, do that shit
You gon' do that shit
Then, ****, do that shit
You gon' do that shit
Then, ****, do that shit
You gon' do that shit
Then, ****, do that shit
[Verse 4]
If you gon' fuck that ho
Then go and get some head then too
Then go 'head and fuck her friend too
If you gon' drink a motherfucking brew
Go 'head drink a few
Go 'head and hit that Gin too
You can't afford to do it big, shit, pretend to
South pole had them shirts with the pants too
If you can't get that dolja, then grab a killer straight
If you can't get that Henny, then get some E and J
That Shell gas too high, then go to Circle K
Long as you doing it big, shit, you doing great
Bitch, you gon' show your ass, then gon' make it shake
If that's a fucking hater, then go and make 'em hate
[Verse 5]
You gon' do that shit
Then, ****, do that shit
You gon' do that shit
Then, ****, do that shit
You gon' do that shit
Then, ****, do that shit
You gon' do that shit
Then, ****, do that shit
[Verse 6]
They holler, why you do it big?
'Cause I only live once
So, I gots to do it big from my car size to my blunt
And I stunt 'cause I ain't never had a quarter
Used to borrow from ballers
Now I'm that neighborhood staller
Do it big with his daughter
Tommy'd out, sometimes she Polo
Sometimes she wear them throwback dresses
She ain't in a photo
And if you paralyzed, don't feel played
Do it big like no legs and jump an Escalade
[Verse 7]
You got a beat up Cutlass, you best hit the corner
Crown 'em down, then the sound
Then you 21 'em
Daddy cluck and mama stressed
Aye, man, I gots to do it big
Been hungry for too long
Man, I gots to pull a lick
Huh, you stack your paper, you can do it big
You fuck with **** who major, then you can do it big
You fuck with **** who wear gators, then you can do it big
When we sign with a major label, we gon' do it big
For sure, gon' do it big
You steal cars, get nothing but Emmitt Smiths
If you start them wars, you best keep choppers on your hip
You pop that X, you do it big until your jaws lock
If you toot that powder, get a half a zip, don't short stop
Written by: Torrence Hatch Jr., Webster Gradney
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out