Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Chant , by - Enchanting. Release date: 29.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Chant |
| 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 |
| 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 'm, you won’t get your dick back |
| Do my lil' Uzi, the choppa got kickbacks (Ah) |
| Taste lik 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) |
| 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) |
| 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) |
| 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) |