[Intro]

This grip, it gon'

This grip, it gon' punch like grabba

Ron Suno, niggas know the fuckin' vibes

Niggas ain't never on nada

Gang (Okay, Kino, I see you)

Bucks like proper

This grip, it gon'

Look like proper

Niggas ain't never on nada

I need them bucks like—

Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the— yes

I'ma go hop out the f—

I'ma go hop out and

Yes

Brrt, boom

[Chorus]

This grip, it gon' punch like grabba

Uh, niggas ain't never on nada

I need them bucks like Giannis

Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster

Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)

Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)

Uh, I'ma go hop out and—

Yes, I'ma go hop out and—

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts

I keep a strap, strap

So how could I lack, lack, lack?

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts

I keep a st— Yes

So how could I— (Gang)

[Verse]

They call me Big Suno, never lack

I keep a grippy stuffed up in the sack

I got this forty-five up in the bag

Please do not post the Live of where you at

Niggas gon' hate and talk, but never mind it

If I see oppers, tell a bitch to line 'em

I cannot fuck if shorty not exotic

She got a man and said, "Let's get me naughty"

I'm gettin' heavy money than my teachers

I sip on Henny, I don't do the liters

Told her to rate me on a scale from one through ten, goddamn, I nearly broke the meter

I got a bad bitch named Aaliyah

She give me top, I'm taking off her sneakers

Oh, that's your friend? Come and she can join too, like, fuck it, we gon' have a threesome

I'm in a big body, not a beamer

I'm in my prime like 'Bron playin' Cleveland

Said he got pounds, I found a way to seek it

She wanna bump my music, but don't leak it

I feel like Trey Songz with the setties

Oh, that's your wife? I'm grabbing on her wetty

I might just hit and pass her to the lefty

She said she love me, I don't let her text me

[Chorus]

This grip, it gon' punch like grabba

Uh, niggas ain't never on nada

I need them bucks like Giannis

Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster

Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)

Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)

Uh, I'ma go hop out and—

Yes, I'ma go hop out and—

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts

I keep a strap, strap

So how could I lack, lack, lack?

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts

I keep a st— Yes

So how could I— Gang