BIGGAVEL

[Intro: Lil Yachty]

(Grow up, nigga)

Brrt, mm, stupid

Aight, tsh, the fuck they talkin' 'bout?

Yeah ('Crete, 'crete, 'crete, 'crete, 'crete)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]

My mama mistakin' my bitches, huh

White bitch cleanin' my dishes, huh

I still leave a boy with the fishes, huh

I still won't sip on the Tris

I bought her a Birkin, she did me dirty, and I still think she delicious

Speakin' on me, so I know he depressed, I hope he Cobain himself

I'ma go fuck his bitches

He can duck everything 'cept these bullets, and that's just hardcore physics

I won't give a bitch my digits

Somethin' happen to me, I ain't trippin', I know all my dawgs gon' have to get vengeance

Flesh shot, give a fuck 'bout a witness

Get back, if you don't, we some bitches

These low-tier bitches is some business

Fuck 'em all, like a Teddy on missions

If I get on that time, it get vicious

I don't ever move 'round with malicious

Intent, but if you cross me, then I'm crossin' you back like Isiah on Pistons

All them boys hopin' and wishin', they would've listened

Three hunnid RP's, they stuffed in a box

Dog get ridin' 'round me, I'll tie him with the knocks

I used to knock on their door to see if I could cut they grass from block to block

Now I buy stocks and Rolls-Royce trucks

I used to sweep up hair at the shop

Nah, for real, facts

Ecstasy pills by the pack, ha, Molly came by the pound, huh

Codeine came out the crate, can't fuck with no niggas who rape

'Crete put that boy on skates, preachin' the word like Jakes

These bitches gon' fuck a face, I'm tryna go big, like Ace

I'm tryna go big, Biggavel

I was poppin' some shit, they could smell

I been up on the ave' since twelve

Pulled a trigger with paint on my nails

Pussy

[Verse 2: LUCKI & Lil Yachty]

I'm the highest, this not a debate

I'm the highest, this not a d–, uh

I'm the highest, this not a debate (Us)

I be trickin', but don't got a cape

I'm disturbin' the peace of LA

White bitch in the Porsche truck hate me

Tat' me yo' pussy if it's real

I paid for that shit like the bill

Bad karma, 'cause looks can kill

I bought her a Birkin, said, "Welcome to Hell"

He fell off, he posted a grail, if one of us catch 'em, we won't get a bail

Don't gotta explain myself, spent that shit like I paid it myself

She so pretty, I invest in her swimsuit brand knowin' it's gon' stay on the shelf

Two-face king, you can meet the other me, but that's if you make it there

Curious enough, I'll take you there

I wrote half of this verse in a Bentley

I just took that girl right to the city

She a weirdo ho like Missy

Fishtail on the track, got dizzy, ayy

[Outro: LUCKI]

Fishtail on the track, got dizzy

Fishtail on the track, got dizzy

Fishtail on the track, got dizzy