[Chorus]
Yo, BMT, I'm on a big man ting
I ain't going into clubs without my big hand ting
Got eleven on my finger, that's a big man ring
Yeah, I got a big bag, no bin man ting
See me jumpin' in the Porsches with them big back tings
All I really know for sure is I won't kiss that ting
Big man ting, my n***as tryna bring straps in
See them in some big jackets on some Big Shaq ting

[Verse 1]
BMT, my Rollie, that's a presi', not a GMT
I'm rolling with my black youngsters they're not CMG
I'm on my block or at the top, that's where you're seeing me
My n***a Stro servin' 3 on 3's out that GLE
My mummy told me that they're playing me on BBC
My youngins always doing shootings on a wheelie spree
So all they really got is dirt bikes like DBE
My teacher was a bitch, she never did believe in me (Huh?)
But now she's looking lost
'Cause her whole year's wages, that's my booking cost
Man, it feels like ages since I cooked a block
But that's 'cause I let young n***as jugg it off with C and them
Turned 18, I went to adult jail, I'm seeing men
Going in a cell for one-on-ones and there's three of them
Still I got it cracking, I'm never feeling wet
Got a brick off my ahki Khaled, n***a, we the best
[Chorus]
Yo, BMT, I'm on a big man ting
I ain't going into clubs without my big hand ting
Got eleven on my finger, that's a big man ring
Yeah, I got a big bag, no bin man ting
See me jumpin' in the Porsches with them big back tings
All I really know for sure is I won't kiss that ting
Big man ting, my n***as tryna bring straps in
See them in some big jackets on some Big Shaq ting

[Verse 2]
Yo, big man ting, I'm on some big man stuff
You ain't never bought no bricks 'cause that's some big man grub
I'm in the G-Wagon, vanishing, big man trap
All my n***as are attracting is them big back sluts
Yo I'm jiggy-jiggy wid it, I'm busy-busy wid it
My n***a he gets lizzy wid it, now we're on a prison visit
Bombaclaat, man had some pretty girls, was scratchin' up my foreign car
Yo, that's a problem, dawg
But yo, big man ting
All I'm hearing these days is, "Can you bring man in?" (Huh?)
I was trapping all night and you weren't with that ting
You was outside ravin' on some wingman ting
Little silly pricks, and I got pretty chicks tryna send me images
Tryna make me finish with the missus
But I ain't gonna finish with the missus, she's the realest
Just come and bust it open once you're finished with the dishes
[Chorus]
Yo, BMT, I'm on a big man ting
I ain't going into clubs without my big hand ting
Got eleven on my finger, that's a big man ring
Yeah, I got a big bag, no bin man ting
See me jumpin' in the Porsches with them big back tings
All I really know for sure is I won't kiss that ting
Big man ting, my n***as tryna bring straps in
See them in some big jackets on some Big Shaq ting