[Intro: Quavo & Birdman]
But the shots can't miss
(It's Budda Beats)
But the shots can't miss
(DJ Durel)
But the shots can't miss
You slip, we slide
But the shots can't miss, yeah
[Chorus: Quavo & Takeoff]
Big stunna, big stunna
But the shots can't miss (Huncho)
Real nigga, I can't fuck with you, nigga
I can't hang, ain't no snakes in none of my campaign, nigga
I'm gon' pop it, like a fucking bottle of champagne, nigga
Call the rocket, we gon' takeoff on the fuckin' stage, nigga (Gone)
Takeoff
We gon' takeoff on the fuckin' stage, nigga
Call the rocket, we gon' takeoff on the fuckin' stage, nigga
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Been in all corners, I ain't never been a runner
Fifty rounds on a drummer, made 'em add another comma
I ain't going for finesse, if they try me, I'ma buss' 'em
In that demon, I possess, but watch me snatch that motherfucker
Big Huncho, big stunna, bad bitch, that's big momma
Big jewelry, big money, big gun, come take something (Brrt)
Walk inside the room, I'm the biggest buck, I am Giannis
Told my bitch I fucked another bitch, at least I am honest
[Chorus: Quavo & Takeoff]
Big stunna, big stunna (Big)
But the shots can't miss
Real nigga, I can't fuck with you, nigga
I can't hang, ain't no snakes in none of my campaign, nigga
I'm gon' pop it, like a fucking bottle of champagne, nigga
Call the rocket, we gon' takeoff on the fuckin' stage, nigga
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Platinum rollie, guacamole, holy moly
Coupe so fast, hocus pocus
Make a nigga lose focus
Diamonds flashing off the lights
Bet your bitch gon' bust it open
See these chains and these rings, these are hood nigga trophies
Get to swerving in that Lamb' with the doors wide open (Wide)
They can't put me under in this shit, way far from over (Nah)
Two cup styrofoam, don't worry 'bout what's in my soda (Fuck up)
Name a nigga colder, met the plug in North Dakota (Shh)
She look like "who whip this is?", I said "Bitch I'm the owner" (Me)
I was sick before corona, ice cold like pneumonia (Ice)
It may not look like it but I know he got it on him (Can't say that)
Looking at commas, might go get that OG Hummer for the summer (Summer, fuck it)
[Chorus: Quavo & Birdman]
Big stunna, big stunna (The biggest baller in the business)
But the shots can't miss (Aye)
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Bird and Wayne, Steph and Clay, Take and Quay
Five star Bugatti car, the stunna way
Hella choppers, chrome blade, candy paint
Three hundred mill', Cash Money, Rich Gang
[?], bitch, please
You know who I be (Rich Gang)
[?], bitch, please
You know who I be
[Chorus: Quavo, Birdman & Takeoff]
Big stunna, big stunna
(The biggest baller in the business, big)
But the shots can't miss
Real nigga, I can't fuck with you, nigga (No)
I can't hang, ain't no snakes in none of my campaign, nigga
I'm gon' pop it, like a fucking bottle of champagne, nigga
Call the rocket, we gon' takeoff on the fuckin' stage, nigga
Takeoff
We gon' takeoff on the fuckin' stage, nigga (Let's get it)
Call the rocket, we gon' takeoff on the fuckin' stage, nigga
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