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Intro
Rock Boy Beats
That nigga Ladd got the juice, uh

Chorus: Enchanting
Ayy, pull up, I might air this bitch out, they call me Big Chant
I been on the run, they tryna catch me, this a Hellcat Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
How you get your pistol in the club I don't need no wristband Nope
Your big homie look up to me, you can call me Big Chant
Brand new Patek water, now they call me Big Chant
Pop my shit way harder, so they call me Big Chant Bling, blaow
Push-button starter, now they call me Big Chant Ooh
They can't say shit about us, why They call me Big Chant

Verse 1: Enchanting
Pull up, big body swerve Yeah, your BM, man, she lurkin' Hold back
Step back your hoes on purpose, that lil' ho said she worthless
Big Chant with the big racks Big racks, breakin' niggas, these big facts
If I fuck 'еm, you won't get your dick back
Do my lil' Uzi, the choppa got kickbacks Ah
Taste likе candy, he wanna lick that banana clip and hoes gon' split that
Get no play in the bitch, your shit wack
You know hoes slid on you, come get your lick back
Runnin', end up like Ricky with a hit back
Call me Big Chant for a reason, red flag on me, I'm bleedin' Big B's
Real rude, cut him off, no reason
When I'm through fuckin' his face, I leave
I feel like Call of Duty, only difference, I'm really shootin' Really shootin'
Yo' bitch got tooted, booted
When we cuff that bitch, can't do it No
Better hide your ice 'fore you lose it
Nigga move wrong, he stupid Stupid
Catch a body in a flight, I'm cruisin'
Nigga love this cookie like Lucious He love the Big Chant

Chorus: Enchanting & Gucci Mane
Pull up, I might air this bitch out, they call me Big Chant Big Chant
I been on the run, they tryna catch me, this a Hellcat Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
How you get your pistol in the club I don't need no wristband Nope
Your big homie look up to me, you can call me Big Chant
Brand new Patek water, now they call me Big Chant
Pop my shit way harder, so they call me Big Chant Bling, blaow
Push-button starter, now they call me Big Chant It's Gucci
They can't say shit about us, why They call me Big Chant Let's go

Verse 2: Gucci Mane
Your CEO look up to me, they call me Big Wop Wop
So Icy boss and you can tell that by my wristwatch Brr, brr
I make trap music, it's too hood to be hip-hop Skrrt
This for the dope boys cookin' dope up in they flip-flops Skrrt, skrrt
Man, I'm Big Gucci, I wear more Gucci than Harry Styles It's Gucci
And it took a while, but real street niggas back in style Huh
Who want some smoke 'Cause they can get it, this ain't no Black & Mild Ah-ah-ah-ah
Got eighty rounds and it'll hit you from like half a mile Well, damn
And I ain't jump up off the porch, I took a leap off Go, go
He just a sheep, playin' with wolves, that's why that sheet lost Wow
He tryna keep it undercover, we pull the sheets off Huh
He put his cape on, tried to save her, but she still creeped off It's Gucci

Chorus: Enchanting
Pull up, I might air this bitch out, they call me Big Chant Big Chant
I been on the run, they tryna catch me, this a Hellcat Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
How you get your pistol in the club I don't need no wristband Nope
Your big homie look up to me, you can call me Big Chant
Brand new Patek water, now they call me Big Chant
Pop my shit way harder, so they call me Big Chant Bling, blaow
Push-button starter, now they call me Big Chant Ooh
They can't say shit about us, why They call me Big Chant Big Chant