Big Tuck

Big Tuck - Stuntin' lyrics

rate me

[talking]

Yeah ha-ha, the way we shine

The way we grind, Play-N-Skillz

Big Tuck big bucks, we don't give a fuck

Yeah we shining we grinding, hey let's go

[Big Tuck]

The big boss man, with a boss plan

I got a loft man, you can run laps and

Without touching some'ing, it ain't much of nothing

But a lil' luxury, five place surround bumping

Get your paper right, you a stunner right

My house where the sight, living room Harley bike

We'll out-stunt that, Houston I'll stunt back

600 fuck that, McClaren nigga black on black

Plus a Maybach, dub-deuce black flat

I'll mase cats, box Chevy stretch that

I'm on another level, you better come too

Bring your funds too, new stones aqua blue

[Hook: scratching]

Chain froze up, chain froze up

In a big body, in a big body

Chain froze up, chain froze up

In a big body, in a big body

Five leather change, five leather change

Five leather change, five-five leather change

Break bread with me, break bread with me

Break bread with me, five-five leather change

[Big Tuck]

Teeth stay glowing, Crys' stay po'ing

Hoes stay hoe'ing, they niggaz ain't knowing

Money making here, ain't no faking here

Ain't no stopping here, big house and belvedier

All my diamonds clear, meet me at the Cube Appear

Cocaine Pier, come back with a souvenir

I'm a cookie cooker, call me cookie booker

Grade A fish scale, like pure sugar

You know the caine'll hook ya, make ya hook a hooker

Where your bitch at, I guess them pimps took her

Well let that hoe go, bug you a kilo

If it ain't Cuban, fine you an amigo

[Hook]

[Big Tuck]

Gotta get this cash, pop tags Louis bags

You at Six Flags, we tour at six flags

Keep a big stack, hood mall-rats

That is a fact, I got a big mack

Ain't it ain't a burger, bang may scurr ya

Stud custom inserts, and they will serve ya

New Gucci linen, rap style's forbidden

Paris, France, New York even Great Britain

You soft as a kitten, your hobbies are needless

I'm swinging they miss us, rap deadly when bitten

Your cubics are foggy, my diamonds stay glossy

Haters they lost me, cocoa Foose in my swaucey

[Hook]

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