Yung Booke, Joe Gifted - Do It Big lyrics

Damn this shit is slick sweet
Next week me & bae flying overseas
Ready bae play wit 6 27 gon sweap his streets
Gang shit i don’t just rap bih
I? At this bih

2 guns Bruce Wayne k dubb sellin
Big bank blowin credit all my life been
Member I had smoke
But ain’t gon say stayed right up tha street
Still to this day I catch
Em slippin gotta d-i-e- (die)
I’m real petty um so all exes some dumb hoes
John Wall at tha shot clock
But go Nick Cannon wit that drumroll
Backwood look like Mutombo
Her head good Honor Roll
I’m drippin just like a bloody nose
I pop out ignant on Drebo soul
Draco 50 rounds brr brr spray
Ya down gang shit
Hit him him to & him spin around ya gang hit
Poppin switch gears
Peddle off to tha ground lame switch
In tha chain but tha digit's in tha
Bank still on tha same shit

Ain’t nothing change but tha money & tha fame
& tha diamonds in my chain blingin hard
Do it big do it
Bad bitches foreign cars
Rollie piguet audemars
Every night I’m wit tha stars do it big
Do it do it big
Do it do it big
Do it do it big
Do it big

They think I changed I’m still
Gutter & im gifted bitch
Booke that’s my brother that’s my brother
We had some different sis
Let buygoones be buygoones had
Tha squash some shit
I swear my Rollie time wrong
I still copped tha shit
Super that’s my nigga even though
He rep tha left side
We still from Atlanta Real Atlanta
We rep tha west side yea
We tryna rise from tha gutter it
Gon be about tha green
If I die about tha color ya dig

Ain’t nothing change but tha money & tha fame
& tha diamonds in my chain blingin hard
Do it big do it
Bad bitches foreign cars
Rollie piguet audemars
Every night I’m wit tha stars do it big
Do it do it big
Do it do it big
Do it do it big
Do it big