[Intro: Yeat]
Woah, woah
I'm in the scat, I'm in the scat
Big body, I'm in the scat, cap, I don't be capping
[Chorus: Yeat]
I'm in the big body (Ooh), that's a big body (Ooh)
I'm in the scat, I'm in the cat, up in the scat got a whole lotta racks in the back
And that bitch gotta ass, 'boutta smack (Ooh)
I keep me a weapon, that bitch is a FN, it send you to heaven, I really can't lie (Bop bop bop)
Got a whole lotta diamonds, a whole lotta flawless Baguette in it cause I know I can rock 'em
My bitch 'boutta pull up on me, she gon' suck on my dick, then I hit from the left when I smack
I'm not even signing no deal, I got my pockets back, got a whole lotta racks (Rack)
When I hit it, she screamin', she squeal, yeah, she wanna come sit down in my lap
I already told you I'm real, why would I make up shit, yeah why would I lie (Huh)
[Verse 1: Yeat]
We ain't even talking bout, all of that shit that you lying about (Huh, huh)
I got my twizzy, they pull up on you and hit up your mama house
I got the Chrome Hearts, Issey Miyake the bag, Arcteryx the hoodie you talking 'bout
I went and took me three 20 milligram percs, bitch I'm fooded up
[Verse 2: Twotimevae]
Don't-don't give a fuck 'bout what you talkin' 'bout
Bitch, I be booted up, I can see shit with myself
I said I gotta go hard but this heater on me
I just think I might fuck 'round and melt
Walked in the bitch, I was geeking they told me to leave
And then I was like how can you tell?
Walked out that bitch and I hop in the big body, Tonka
We giving more gas than shell
Ayy, we give 'em shells, ayy, take 'em to hell
Ayy, we let it hail, ayy, how do you feel?
I can't be taking no "L", my new bitch rocking Chanel, uh, wait
She always blowing my cell, tryna pull up around twelve (Vae)
My pocket deep like a whale, talk 'bout that [?]
808 sound like a bell, I gotta jump like you fell
(I gotta jump like you fell, I gotta jump like you fell)
(I gotta, Vae, Vae)
[Chorus: Yeat]
I'm in the big body (Ooh), that's a big body (Ooh)
I'm in the scat, I'm in the cat, up in the scat got a whole lotta racks in the back
And that bitch gotta ass, 'boutta smack
I keep me a weapon, that bitch is a FN, it send you to heaven, I really can't lie
Got a whole lotta diamonds, a whole lotta flawless Baguette in it cause I know I can rock 'em
My bitch 'boutta pull up on me, she gon' suck on my dick, then I hit from the left when I smack
I'm not even signing no deal, I got my pockets back, got a whole lotta racks
When I hit it, she screamin', she squeal, yeah, she wanna come sit down in my lap
I already told you I'm real, why would I make up shit, yeah why would I lie (Huh)
