Lil Chubbbz - big dunks (feat. Remane77) Lyrics

All that shit that you be talkin' don't mean f*ckin' shit to me
Bitch, I need that guap for that money, I'm a fiend
I ain't sippin' on no Wock, I ain't sippin' on no lean
Bitch, I'm rollin' up a blunt, and I'm smokin' on some green
Y'all smokin' on a motherf*ckin' blunt
Bitch, I pull up and I'm flexin', yeah, I'm motherf*ckin' stunt
Askin' what I'm smokin' on these motherf*ckin' pink runtz
I got Shaq sized Nikes, motherf*ckin' big dunks
I'm takin' flicks with my money, that's a major motion picture
Bitch, I'm gettin' more, yeah, you know I'm gettin' richer
If you f*ckin' with me, I'ma cast a spell on you like a motherf*ckin' wizard
Weed and the Henny, it's a motherf*ckin' mixture
Bitch, I puff, puff, puff, yeah, you know I'm never passin' it
Yeah, I hear 'em talkin' shit, I cannot be havin' it
Leave his ass unconscious, he'll wake up and be like, what's happenin'
Yeah, they askin' how I do this shit, I'm in my bag again
Yeah, bitch, I'm in my bag
Yeah, I just hit on that plug for that brand new pack
Yeah, I'm lookin' at my wall, like goddamn, I need a plaque
But I'm lookin' at your wallet, goddamn, you need to stack
You a broke bitch, nah, I can't really f*ck with that
I'm too high to pay attention, DJ, can you run it back
Yeah, your bitch, wanna f*ck, you wanna be up on my sack
I be carryin' my team, I got these bitches on my back
All that shit that you be talkin', don't mean f*ckin' shit to me
Bitch, I need that guap for that money, I'm a fiend
I ain't sippin' on no Wock, I ain't sippin' on no lean
Bitch, I'm rollin' up a blunt, and I'm smokin' on some green
I'm smokin' on that motherf*ckin' blunt
I pull up and I'm flexin', yeah, I'm motherf*ckin' stunt
I need one, I'm smokin' on these motherf*ckin' pink runs
I got Shaq size Nikes, motherf*ckin' big dunks
Yeah, yeah, yeah, countin' out my bucks
Pussy boy, try me, you get smacked the f*ck up
Little bitch, I'm smokin' gas, put a quarter in my blunt
Yeah, mix a thirty with the Wock in my cup
Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm smokin' gas, you can't relate to this stuff
You can't relate to this shit, and this bitch
Wanna suck me, she was fire, I'll admit
Pullin' up to my show, you gettin' knocked up in the pit
That's your bitch over there, she gave me brain, gave me wit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, face down, ass up
And her man comin' home
Gettin' mad, tell him back up
Fiend for the green, for the money, I'ma act up
Smokin' all this chronic got me feelin' f*ckin' wack, bruh
Why your bitch lookin' like she doin' black tar
Bitch, I'm smokin' gas, goin' 90 in a fast car
Why you on your soundcloud, spittin' all these wack bars
How am I this f*cked up, I only took a half bar
You 45, DM'ing girls, that's the sad part
Stay the f*ck away, I'm on my grind like a flat bar
How you talkin' shit, you pullin' up in your dad's car
Bitch, my name's Remane with the sevens at the last part
Bitch, you talkin' why you talkin' shit to me
Bitch, I need that guap for that money, I'm a fiend
I ain't sippin' on no Wock, I ain't sippin' on no lean
Bitch, I'm rollin' up a blunt, and I'm smokin' on some green
Yeah