Do It Big - Yung Booke, Joe Gifted

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 digits 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

Hook: Yung Booke]

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