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