Feat paul wall
Talking：
Ay what's up mayn this your boy big tuck
Ad tuck hitler hurricane tuck and paul wall
This what I want my d**e boys to do
I know we got a lot of d**e boys out there
Everybody know we got money down here
We gon put the new s**t up and we gon jump in a old school lac
And we gon dip on these h*es g'eah g'eah
Big tuck：
I swear I'm the freshest n***a moving
Gt roof down cruising
Gucci loc's on peeping b***hes choosing
Tispy on the dance floor grooving
Seeing n***az hating cause I'm shining
Got money in my pockets I don't mind em
Yeah n***a peep this watch
Peep this chain my shine don't stop
I'm d**e man fresh
The j's on point heavy crease the guess
The chain on the chest h*es obsessed
They finally get to meet the big tuck in the flesh
She's watching I know that I got her
Three karat studs in the ear she know I'm a rider
And it's just like that
The benz in the garage I'm bout to jump in the lac
x2
Dipping in the lac with the do's rose up
H*e h*es froze up cause the do's rose up
Ho ho hopping out the lac and the chain froze up
Rose gold up rose rose gold up
Paul wall：
Pull up to the club bout twelve cars deep
All dripping candy paint with some glassy a*s feet
I keep the trunk waving and that dro stay blazing
With the nine tucked tightly at them haters misbehaving
I'm a hard hitter like greg blue setting trends and squashing noise
Pulling up in some candy toys strutting the parking lot with poise
You see them karats on my wrist and all around my neck
With nothing less than flawless diamonds mayn what you expect
I got a lot of charms I got a lot of chains
I got a lot of grills and nan one of em look the same
Swang and bang in my candy car boppers wanna know who we are
Street veterans and mic wreckers we certified young ghetto stars
Popping bottles that's just for fun popping trunk that's in my blood
Candy paint might cause a flood please don't spill my cup of mud
You know we stay balling cause we keep grinding for that bread
Swishahouse it's paul wall and I'm g boy fresh until I'm dead
Big tuck：
I'm d**e man fresh d**e man fresh
Chain on the chest I'm d**e man fresh
D**e man fresh d**e man fresh
Hopping out the lac staying d**e man fresh 2x
I'm a certified wood gripper
I'm a old school candy paint lac flipper
Got the bang on and the screens lit
Got the dro going satellite kit
What you know about the mink guts
And the motor that'll drag race a school bus
Just got the paint job touched up
On the freeway riding with them do's up
