Lyrics Big Stunna – Quavo & Takeoff feat. 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, huh
Big Stunna
Big Stunna
But the shots can’t miss
Real n**ga, I can’t f**k with you, n**ga
I can’t hang, ain’t no snakes in none of my campaign, n**ga
I’m gon’ pop it, like a f**king bottle of champagne, n**ga
Call the rocket, we gon’ takeoff on the f**kin’ stage, n**ga
Phew, phew, phew, phew
We gon’ takeoff on the f**kin’ stage, n**ga
Phew, ha, ha, ha
Call the rocket, we gon’ takeoff on the f**kin’ stage, n**ga
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 motherf**ker
Big Huncho, big stunna, bad b**ch, that’s big momma
Big jewelry, big money, big guns, come take something
Walk inside the room, I’m the biggest buck, I am Giannis
Told my b**ch I f**ked another b**ch, at least I am honest
Big Stunna
Big Stunna
But the shots can’t miss
Yeah, real n**ga, I can’t f**k with you, n**ga
I can’t hang, ain’t no snakes in none of my campaign, n**ga
I’m gon’ pop it, like a f**king bottle of champagne, n**ga
Call the rocket, we gon’ takeoff on the f**kin’ stage, n**ga
Platinum Rollie, guacamole, holy moly
Coupe so fast, hocus pocus
Make a n**ga lose focus
Diamonds flashin’ off the lights
Bet your b**ch gon’ bust it open
See these chains and these rings, these are hood n**ga trophies
Get to swerving in that Lamb’ with the doors wide open
They can’t put me under in this s**t, way far from over
Two cup styrofoam, don’t worry ’bout what’s in my soda
Name a n**ga colder, met the plug in North Dakota
She look like, Who whip this is I said, b**ch, I’m the owner
I was sick before corona, ice cold like pneumonia
It may not look like it but I know he got it on him
Lookin’ at commas, might go get that OG Hummer for the summer
Big Stunna
Big Stunna
But the shots can’t miss
Bird and Wayne, Steph and Clay, Take’ and Qua’
Five star, Bugatti car, the stunna way
Hella choppers, chrome blade, the candy paint
Three hundred mill’, Cash Money, Rich Gang
Lead actress b**ch, please
You know who I be
Lead actress b**ch, please
You know who I be
Yeah, big Stunna
Big Stunna
But the shots can’t miss
Yeah, real n**ga, I can’t f**k with you, n**ga
I can’t hang, ain’t no snakes in none of my campaign, n**ga
I’m gon’ pop it, like a f**king bottle of champagne, n**ga
Call the rocket, we gon’ takeoff on the f**kin’ stage, n**ga
We gon’ takeoff on the f**kin’ stage, n**ga
Call the rocket, we gon’ takeoff on the f**kin’ stage, n**ga…
➤ Written by Quavo, Takeoff, Birdman, DJ Durel & Budda Beats
Album: Only Built For Infinity Links
Produced by DJ Durel & Budda Beats
Quavo | Takeoff | Birdman | 2022
