[Intro: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Huh, Big 14 Bitch
1400 yeah, 1400 yeah, 800 yeah
1400/800 lil' n***a, flexin' paper n***a
You know what the fuck goin' on
Yeah, ayy, hold on, ayy

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Real n***as live by the code
Catch a n***a lack on my fuckin' bros
I don't fuck with opps so y'all n***as' hoes
Met a few of 'em, y'all could get exposed
With my n***a too, he'll up the pole
Put it to your nose, leave your body froze
Do a drill, catch another body though
Like, that's my fuckin' hobby, yo
I'm a real n***a, in the field witcha, do a drill witcha
All my lil' n***as keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
I'm a real n***a, in the field witcha, do a drill witcha
All my lil' n***as keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
Lil' n***a let them llamas fly, leave a young n***a so traumatized
Totin' gats jit, all my n***as ride
Don't make me make another mama cry
Do a drill, catch another homicide
Fix your face, n***a, you got butterflies?
Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die
Big 14, fuck the other side
Jugg, jugg, got all this jewelry
Man, this shit ain't new to me
Your bitch new to you, she ain't new to me
I ain't really with the fucking foolery
Glistenin' in these fucking diamonds
Bad bitch and I'm fucking shining
I got a bad bitch from the fucking islands
Taking trips to the fucking islands
Guess these guys don't realize
When they talking fly, man, it's suicide
Don't talk, do a n***a do or die
Nobody else, n***a, you and I
Big chopper, I'ma let the bullets fly
That red dot right between your eyes
I don't play, pussy, wish a n***a try
'Cause that'd be the night n***as die
N***as act like I ain't G.O.A.T. or somethin'
Take a trip, go chill with the bros or somethin'
Call a few bitches, chill with some hoes or somethin'
N***as be flexin', they bold or somethin'
They don't want that war, go home or somethin'
Internet flexin' with the phone or somethin'
You a lil' pup, n***a, fetch a bone or somethin'
N***as male strippers when them poles is bummin'
[Bridge: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
Gang (Uh), gang (Uh), huh, gang (Uh)
1400 gang (Yuh), 800 gang (Yuh)
1400 gang (Yuh), 800 gang (Yuh)
Lil' n***a talkin' down, we gon' snatch his chain (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Hold on (Lil Boat)
Ayy, who you think you ahead of? Not us (Uh)
And these n***as they mad 'cause I'm richer than them
Stay ganged up, I ain't clickin' with them
You can get shot, Terry Richardson them
N***a, I ball like the Pistons and them (Uh)
Fuck around, you come up missin' like them (Yeah)
You the type run to the sheriff (Ha)
Act like you hard and you careless (Yeah)
N***a, I'm a real ass n***a, ain't fake a n***a
Free my big brother out the prison cell (Woo)
QCM P told 'em, "Give 'em hell"
Ridin' 'round in a Maybach with my n***a Pellz
Glock out, running we empty 12
Bitch on my dick, that's a love spell (Yeah)
Bitch with the shits, call her Annabelle (Yeah)
If they won't call, I don't gotta yell (Yeah)
Hundreds so crisp like a pack of kettles
Fuckin' her jewels with my n***a Jack
Crotched up, all of my brothers sack (Yep)
Gotta run up them Ricky Racks (Yep)
In the safe in the real, we got hella plaques (Yep)
Got more plaques on my wall than your brother teeth (Facts)
Boy, you young, where your Similac?
Buyin' whips, yeah, we into that (Yep)
Fuckin' hoes, yeah, we into that (Yep)
Loving hoes, yeah, no n***a
Got a .223 inside the Hellcat (Doot-doot)
Keep it all in the pack, huh
Hundred n***as in your section
Hmm, where the hoes? N***a, that's weird (Pussy, pussy)
Cop a new Lamb, cop a new 'Rari
Just to go and switch gears (Skrrt)
Burn out, burn out
Every time we turn out, make a big scene (Yeah)
2K, 3K, 4K, 5K, spent it on my new jeans (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Gave big bro twenty-seven racks for his birthday, the world made a scene (Facts)
Y'all don't even know how a n***a live
Spend twenty racks like two bands (Facts)
Uh, came with the sticks like they hunting n***a
Throwing gang signs, call it taunting n***a
Can't nobody at QC get punked, n***a
What is a one-on-one, n***a? We jumpin' n***as
We got the strap, n***a, fuck it, we stompin' n***as
I'm just as rich as your favorite rapper, n***a, might be richer (Yeah)
Hit the pent like I'm Derek Fisher
Fuck the bitch right, then I kiss her
Ride around town, you the one who licked her (Ew)
Ha, real player like my pops (Pops)
Thirty round in my Glock (Doot-doot-doot)
We run it, not opps (Ha)
Ten toes on my sole, n***as wouldn't double dare to cross the big Boat (Yeah)
Last year, I was 19, had 300K inside a Kith coat (Yeah)
Pull up deep, wide body n***a
Feel like Jeremy Shockey, cold as Minnesota (Hoo)
Bought my moms a Rover but I ain't BlocBoy (Skrrt)
But I do keep a Glock for opp boys (Doot-doot-doot)
[Outro: Lil Yachty & Trippie Redd]
Lil Boat (Who else?)
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