Intro 
(Freak, freak, freak, freak), ooh Bankhead got them 808s 
RTJ, yeah, yeah 

Pre-Chorus 
Ho-ass nigga, he ain't nothin' but a cheerleader 
In the hood, doin' donuts in a two-seater (Skrrt) 
No pat down in the club with like two heaters 
Take a nigga soul, I'm the motherfuckin' Grim Reaper 

Chorus 
Ain't goin' back and forth with that little-bitty bitch (What?) 
Know they call me Big Latto, so I pop big shit (Big shit) 
Get her knocked out, checkin' hoes off the hit list (Pow) 
Thirty bitches deep and they all with the shits (Brr) 
Bitch, little-bitty bitch (Yeah, yeah, pussy) 
Put that lil' money up, lil' nigga, that ain't shit (That ain't shit) 
Yeah, bitch (Brr), little-bitty bitch (Little-bitty bitch, pussy) 
Know some lil' ho that got pressure but ain't did shit (Yuh, yuh, yuh, ain't did shit, ain't did shit) 

Verse 1 
Ain't did shit, won't do shit, ain't on shit (Nah) 
These bitches be hatin' so I ride with the stick (Pow) 
Latto so fine, make him lie to his bitch (Uhh) 
Groupie-ass ho, they be all in the mix (What?) 
Stiff-ass booty, need to get shit fixed (Ew) 
Scary-ass hoes, y'all make me sick (What?) 
I ain't runnin' from no smoke, bitch, it is what it is (Buck, buck, buck) 
Bitch, I ain't come here to talk (Talk) 
Cut all the cappin', we know that you soft (Uh-huh) 
Lame-ass ho, you ain't seen what I saw (Yuh) 
I don't do the talkin', you know what I'm 'bout (Yuh, yuh, uh-huh) 
It's a hot girl summer so I'm ridin' with the heater (Ah) 
Hot-headed bitch like I stay with a fever (Woo) 
Stay out my business, you work for them people (Yeah) 
Big Latto, bitch, I'm the pope and the preacher (Real talk) 

Pre-Chorus
Ho-ass nigga, he ain't nothin' but a cheerleader
In the hood, doin' donuts in a two-seater (Skrrt)
No pat down in the club with like two heaters
Take a nigga soul, I'm the motherfuckin' Grim Reaper

Chorus
Ain't goin' back and forth with that little-bitty bitch (What?)
Know they call me Big Latto, so I pop big shit (Big shit)
Get her knocked out, checkin' hoes off the hit list (Pow)
Thirty bitches deep and they all with the shits (Brr)
Bitch, little-bitty bitch (Yeah, yeah, pussy)
Put that lil' money up, lil' nigga, that ain't shit (That ain't shit)
Yeah, bitch (Brr), little-bitty bitch (Little-bitty bitch, pussy)
Know some lil' ho that got pressure but ain't did shit (Yuh, yuh, yuh, ain't did shit, ain't did shit)

Verse 2
Bald head stupid-ass ho
Heard she a freak, put this pole down her throat (Pow)
Fuckin' rich nigga, but your ass still broke
So why in the fuck is you fucking 'em for? (What?)
Ain't never danced, but I play with that pole (Uh-huh)
Play with Big Latto, they wiping your nose
Stay true to the game, I stick to the code
Ain't squashin' no beef, we settle the score
Always on go, I stay ready (Yeah)
Can't fuck with bitches, these bitches be petty
When I'm in that AMG talkin' that, catch me (Ooh)
I let it spray on a bitch like R. Kelly (Brr)
Latto a freak in the sheets (Woo)
Latto go ape in the streets (Woo)
Lil' mama swear we got beef
Don't even know that ho but lil' shawty know me, yeah

Pre-Chorus
Ho-ass nigga, he ain't nothin' but a cheerleader
In the hood, doin' donuts in a two-seater (Skrrt)
No pat down in the club with like two heaters
Take a nigga soul, I'm the motherfuckin' Grim Reaper

Chorus
Ain't goin' back and forth with that little-bitty bitch (What?)
Know they call me Big Latto, so I pop big shit (Big shit)
Get her knocked out, checkin' hoes off the hit list (Pow)
Thirty bitches deep and they all with the shits (Brr)
Bitch, little-bitty bitch (Yeah, yeah, pussy)
Put that lil' money up, lil' nigga, that ain't shit (That ain't shit)
Yeah, bitch (Brr), little-bitty bitch (Little-bitty bitch, pussy)
Know some lil' ho that got pressure but ain't did shit (Yuh, yuh, yuh, ain't did shit, ain't did shit)