Big Ass Knockers

[Intro] Ayy, ayy [Verse 1] Ayo, ridin' by myself with my subs on blast Rollin' up and facin' out a puff-puff-pass Got a trunk full of new clothes, pocket full of cash She a girl with no booty, throw McDonald's on that ass We out for one thing and one thing only Fill the truck up with some women, one for every single homie When they see me buyin' bottles, they say, "Holy guacamole, how old is he? This seems fishy," then they stop, and I throw cheese No peas, but my engine already runnin' I'm tellin' 'em that it's nothin', she yellin' now that she laughin' Tryna push me, I ain't budgin' though, headin' to another show Duffel bag with me and I fill it with a bunch of dough and pass it to my team Eatin' five-star cuisine, yes, our lives are a dream So decide if you might be apart of big things that we doin' every day Got these bitches on my dick, so I give 'em lemonade, ayy [Chorus] And my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom Yeah, my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom Yeah, my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom Yeah, my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom And my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom (Ridin' through the city, you can hear me down the street) Yeah, my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom (Shake the ground around your feet, how it's sound? Fuckin' sweet) Yeah, my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom (Haha; How's it sound? Fuckin' sweet) Yeah, my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom (Ayy, ayy; How's it sound? Fuckin' sweet) [Verse 2] Yeah, I got a car, but I'd like to be a collector Different sets of keys I'm compilin' on my dresser Makin' all this money, I don't even need a dress shirt I could make a million in a sweatshirt She want it, then I'll bless her, we can be the preachers Yeah, you doin' shows, but you do 'em for way cheaper You need her, I freak her and leave her Have me like, "Hot damn," how they offerin' the beaver I'm up first, you repeat I cook it, you preheat I'm pro league, you D3 I'm one year, you three weeks That's why you with your girl, waitin' in line to meet me Just to say, "What's up?" and pass my homie off your CD Completely I'm eating every time I'm speaking I'm gaining all this money while your bank account decreasing I go to shows, get some clothes and other free things Living like me? Homie, you must be dreaming (Homie, you must be dreaming) [Chorus] And my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom Yeah, my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom Yeah, my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom Yeah, my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom And my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom (Ridin' through the city, you can hear me down the street) Yeah, my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom (Shake the ground around your feet, how it's sound? Fuckin' sweet) Yeah, my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom (How's it sound? Fuckin' sweet) Yeah, my speakers go boom, speakers-speakers go boom (How's it sound? Fuckin' sweet) [Outro] Haha, ayy That girl right there got some big-ass knockers, haha Yes