Big Chant Lyrics

[Intro]
(Rock Boy Beats)
(That nigga Ladd got the juice, uh)

[Chorus: Enchanting]
I pull up, I'ma air this bitch out they call me Big Chant
I been on the run, they tryna catch me, this a Hellcat (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Why 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]
Go look, my 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, this big fast
If I f*ck 'em, you won't get your dick back, do my lil' Uzi, thе choppa got kickbacks (Ah)
Felt like candy, he wanna lick that banana clip, huh? Hoеs gon' split that
Get no play in the bitch, your shit wack, you know hoes sit on you, come get your lick back
Runnin', he end up like Ricky with a hit-back
Call me Big Chant for a reason, red flag on me, I'm bleedin'
Real, woo, cut him off, no reason, when I'm through f*ckin' his face, I seen it
I feel like Call of Duty, only difference, I'm really shootin' (Really shootin')
With your bitch, got tooty-booty, only cuff that bitch, can't do it (No)
You 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 [?] (It's Big Chant)
[Chorus: Enchanting & Gucci Mane]
Pull up, I'ma 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)
Why 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? (Go)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Your CEO look up to me, they call me Big Wop (Wop)
So Icy, bossin', you can tell that by my wristwatch (Brr)
I made 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-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 pulled the sheets off (Huh?)
He put escape, I don't try to save it, but she still creeped off (It's Gucci)

[Chorus: Enchanting & Gucci Mane]
I pull up, I'ma air this bitch (Huh?) out, they call me Big Chant (Big Chant)
I been on the run, they tryna catch me, this a Hellcat (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Why 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)

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