Veeze, G.T. - Big Body lyrics

Man, turn that shit up, man yeah
That real shit, that 7 Mile shit
Plug talk, nigga yeah
Ayy

Be careful when you backin' that big body up
My niggas, they get money and they bodied up
We grind hard for this shit, nigga
Wasn't nothing luck
I got picked up from the
County in a Maybach truck
My feet up in the backseat, Swanbo rolling up
I was VIP in clubs and I wasn't old enough
I had to go back to my jeweler
I wasn't froze enough
Stop talkin' work to me
You ain't sold enough

They used to tell me come back
When I was old enough
I grabbed the pistol, I grabbed the sack
I told them niggas I'm grown as fuck
Them 762s get to flipping
I bet they fold 'em up
I got like fifty bands, two FNs in my pants
I can't hold 'em up
Ain't no nigga gon' hold me up
I'm working like I ain't got one dollar
But I'm really up
Nah, for real, nigga, I'm really up
I bought a chain and watch
I could have went and bought a Bentley truck
I be around snakes, nigga slimy
Nigga slick as fuck
Around them heavyweights
Them niggas'll slam your ass and pick you up
Niggas think you sweet
They gon' rock you to sleep and stick you up
We got on heavy chains
We got them pistols tucked
Cameras down the block, we saw 'em coming
It's already tucked
The rose gold an anniversary, the white a 41
I really started getting some real
Cheese when I turned twenty-one
What you mean you ain't cop more than
One? Your trap slow or what?

Be careful when you backin' that big body up
My niggas, they get money and they bodied up
We grind hard for this shit, nigga
Wasn't nothing luck
I got picked up from the
County in a Maybach truck
My feet up in the backseat, Swanbo rolling up
I was VIP in clubs and I wasn't old enough
I had to go back to my jeweler
I wasn't froze enough
Stop talkin' work to me
You ain't sold enough

That lil' shit you doing
We don't call that braggin' (Believe that)
This really my life, you call that fashion
(yeah) hundred pounds ain't shit
That's light, nigga
We don't even call that trappin'
(That's light, nigga)
I'm smokin' top shelf, white buffs
Shit got white as ash
I got a bad-ass bitch be scammin'
She 'bout to buy a Patek (O oh)
She tryna show me shit with the profiles
Get me a free-ass mansion
Bro said the motion so big
These bitches from Paris'll fly to Atlanta
(On a Spirit too)
You take her down to Miami
The word is yours like Tony and Manny
(No cap) three, four drugs in my satchel
Nigga can't see us, we off this planet
(yeah) i got a lean habit, look in my cup
It's pink like salmon (Ugh)
Bro said fuck the camera, see that nigga
He gon' box his casket
So geeked up when I'm off the pills
I had to dark my glasses (No cap)
All my jeans come with bandana
Feel like a bandit
All my niggas, they overprotective, nigga
Ain't no lacking
This lil' bitch said she wanna be down
I feel like she Brandy
I don't give a fuck if
You come with a Porsche
The money'll shred it

Be careful when you backin' that big body up
My niggas, they get money and they bodied up
We grind hard for this shit, nigga
Wasn't nothing luck
I got picked up from the
County in a Maybach truck
My feet up in the backseat, Swanbo rolling up
I was VIP in clubs and I wasn't old enough
I had to go back to my jeweler
I wasn't froze enough
Stop talkin' work to me
You ain't sold enough