Enchanting - Big Chant** lyrics
Intro (? Beats) (?) (?) Chorus: Enchanting I pull up, I'ma air this b*tch 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 sh*t way harder, so they call me Big Chant (Bling, blaow) Push-bu*ton starter, now they call me Big Chant (Ooh) They can't say sh*t about us, why they call me Big Chant? Verse 1: Enchanting Go look, my body swerve (Yeah), your B.M., 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' ni**as, this big fast If I fu*k ‘em, you won't get your dick back, do my lil' Uzi, the choppa got kickbacks (Ah) Felt likе candy, he wanna lick that banana clip, huh? Hoes gon' split that Get no play in thе b*tch, your sh*t 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 fu*kin' his face, I seen it I feel like Call of Duty, only difference, I'm really shootin' (Really shootin') With your b*tch, got tooty-booty, only cuff that b*tch, can't do it (No) You better hide your ice ‘fore you lose it, ni**a move wrong, he stupid (Stupid) Catch a body in a flight, I'm cruisin', ni**a love this cookie like ? (It's Big Chant) Chorus: Enchanting & Gucci Mane Pull up, I'm in ?, b*tch, oh, 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 sh*t way harder, so they call me Big Chant (Bling, blaow) Push-bu*ton starter, now they call me Big Chant (It's Gucci) They can't say sh*t 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 ni**as 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'm in ?, b*tch (Huh?), oh, 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 sh*t way harder, so they call me Big Chant (Bling, blaow) Push-bu*ton starter, now they call me Big Chant (Ooh) They can't say sh*t about us, why they call me Big Chant? (Big Chant) Enchanting