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

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' take off on the fuckin' stage, nigga (gone)
Takeoff
We gon' take off on the fuckin' stage, nigga
Call the rocket, we gon' take off on the fuckin' stage, nigga

Bending 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'm possessed, but watch me snatch that motherfucker (skrrt)
Big Huncho, big stunna, bad bitch, that's big mama
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

Big stunna
Big stunna (big)
But the shots can't miss (ayy)
Yeah, 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' take off on the fuckin' stage, nigga

Platinum rollie, guacamole, holy moly
Coupe so fast, hocus pocus
Make a nigga lose focus
Diamonds flashing off the lights
Bet your bitch gon' buss 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, and this shit way far from over (nah)
Two cup Styrofoam, don't worry about 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)

Big stunna (the biggest baller in the business)
Big stunna
But the shots can't miss (ayy)

Bird and Wayne, Steph and Klay, Take and Quay
Five star Bugatti car, the stunna way (stunna way)
Hella choppers, chrome blades, the candy paint (the candy paint)
Three hunnid mill', Cash Money, Rich Gang
Beatrice, bitch please
You know who I be (Rich Gang)
Beatrice, bitch please
You know who I be (yeah)

Big stunna (the biggest baller in the business, big)
Big stunna
But the shots can't miss (ayy)
Yeah, 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' take off on the fuckin' stage, nigga
Takeoff
We gon' take off on the fuckin' stage, nigga (let's get it)
Call the rocket, we gon' takeoff on the fuckin' stage, nigga

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Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Daryl Mcpherson, Kirsnick Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Zachary Albert Taylor III