Big Chant (feat. Gucci Mane)

Intro Rock Boy Beats That nigga Ladd got the juice, uh Chorus: Enchanting Ayy, pull up, I might air this bitch out, they call me Big Chant I been on the run, they tryna catch me, this a Hellcat Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt How you get your pistol in the club I don't need no wristband Nope Your big homie look up to me, you can call me Big Chant Brand new Patek water, now they call me Big Chant Pop my shit way harder, so they call me Big Chant Bling, blaow Push-button starter, now they call me Big Chant Ooh They can't say shit about us, why They call me Big Chant Verse 1: Enchanting Pull up, big body swerve Yeah, your BM, man, she lurkin' Hold back Step back your hoes on purpose, that lil' ho said she worthless Big Chant with the big racks Big racks, breakin' niggas, these big facts If I fuck 'еm, you won't get your dick back Do my lil' Uzi, the choppa got kickbacks Ah Taste likе candy, he wanna lick that banana clip and hoes gon' split that Get no play in the bitch, your shit wack You know hoes slid on you, come get your lick back Runnin', end up like Ricky with a hit back Call me Big Chant for a reason, red flag on me, I'm bleedin' Big B's Real rude, cut him off, no reason When I'm through fuckin' his face, I leave I feel like Call of Duty, only difference, I'm really shootin' Really shootin' Yo' bitch got tooted, booted When we cuff that bitch, can't do it No Better hide your ice 'fore you lose it Nigga move wrong, he stupid Stupid Catch a body in a flight, I'm cruisin' Nigga love this cookie like Lucious He love the Big Chant Chorus: Enchanting & Gucci Mane Pull up, I might air this bitch out, they call me Big Chant Big Chant I been on the run, they tryna catch me, this a Hellcat Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt How you get your pistol in the club I don't need no wristband Nope Your big homie look up to me, you can call me Big Chant Brand new Patek water, now they call me Big Chant Pop my shit way harder, so they call me Big Chant Bling, blaow Push-button starter, now they call me Big Chant It's Gucci They can't say shit about us, why They call me Big Chant Let's go Verse 2: Gucci Mane Your CEO look up to me, they call me Big Wop Wop So Icy boss and you can tell that by my wristwatch Brr, brr I make trap music, it's too hood to be hip-hop Skrrt This for the dope boys cookin' dope up in they flip-flops Skrrt, skrrt Man, I'm Big Gucci, I wear more Gucci than Harry Styles It's Gucci And it took a while, but real street niggas back in style Huh Who want some smoke 'Cause they can get it, this ain't no Black & Mild Ah-ah-ah-ah Got eighty rounds and it'll hit you from like half a mile Well, damn And I ain't jump up off the porch, I took a leap off Go, go He just a sheep, playin' with wolves, that's why that sheet lost Wow He tryna keep it undercover, we pull the sheets off Huh He put his cape on, tried to save her, but she still creeped off It's Gucci Chorus: Enchanting Pull up, I might air this bitch out, they call me Big Chant Big Chant I been on the run, they tryna catch me, this a Hellcat Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt How you get your pistol in the club I don't need no wristband Nope Your big homie look up to me, you can call me Big Chant Brand new Patek water, now they call me Big Chant Pop my shit way harder, so they call me Big Chant Bling, blaow Push-button starter, now they call me Big Chant Ooh They can't say shit about us, why They call me Big Chant Big Chant