Trippie Redd, Offset & Moneybagg Yo – Big 14 (Instrumental) (Prod. By Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

[Intro: Trippie Redd & Offset]
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E)
Huh
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Ayy, hey)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Offset]
Don’t come outside, we send them killers at your door (Door), huh, yeah (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil’ bitch, we slice your throat (Slice), huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the club, look like a ghost (Cloth), huh, yeah (Woo)
On the yacht, let’s have a toast ’cause I’m the G.O.A.T. (Yeah), huh, yeah (Yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some clothes (Clothes), yeah (Ayy, thirty)
And just made a hundred thousand for a show (Show), huh, yeah (Yeah, hey)
With them slimes, you know them niggas wipe your nose (Slime), huh, yeah (Slime)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like, oh (Oh), huh, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Stackin’ and flippin’ that money, not sellin’ my soul (Stackin’ that)
Walk in that room, told that bitch not to slip on my drip ’cause it’s all on the floor (Don’t slip)
Trap all this shit in the Nawf, in the ‘bando, they knock at the door like Jehovah (Knock, knock)
I keep a hundred round drum in the back of my trunk and it bite like a Cobra (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Feelin’ like Tony Montana, the world is mine, we runnin’ the globe (Mine)
Get the fuck up, I don’t know (Go)
Thirty-round Glock for the internet trolls (Bah)
Fuck on a thot, I’ma pay for the bros (Yes, sir)
Count up a M in one night in my Rolls (Count up)
Put this shit on me then put me in Vogue
Straight out the Nawf, Big 34 (Nawf)
Think that shit soft and we shoot out your soul (Hey, soul)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Don’t come outside, we send them killers at your door (Door), huh, yeah (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil’ bitch, we slice your throat (Slice), huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the club, look like a ghost (Cloth), huh, yeah
On the yacht, let’s have a toast ’cause I’m the G.O.A.T. (Yeah), huh, yeah (Yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some clothes (Clothes), yeah (Ayy)
And just made a hundred thousand for a show (Show), huh, yeah (Yeah)
With them slimes, you know them niggas wipe your nose (Nose), huh, yeah (Yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like oh (Oh), huh, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
(Go)
Big speaker, richer than all my teachers, that’s the same young nigga, used to skip school (True)
Just read up, fifteen Ms touch down in my account, I’m in a new mood (Go)
Let’s speed up, Adderall, thirty, that’s a lil’ orange circle, look it up on YouTube (Meds)
Grim Reaper, I can get a nigga out of here, I just look like this, I just play cool (Fool)
Shit water, diamonds on H2O (Sparkle)
Box full of money like blow (Bow)
Cop a pint, pour a fo’, coughin’, cups and drinks, corner store (Kitten)
You spot my opp, drop the lo’ (Quick), gotta bake me a cake for this dough (Earn it)
Fifty-five deep in my show (Currently), blew the back in day before

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Don’t come outside, we send them killers at your door (Door), huh, yeah (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil’ bitch, we slice your throat (Slice), huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the club, look like a ghost (Cloth), huh, yeah
On the yacht, let’s have a toast ’cause I’m the G.O.A.T. (Yeah), huh, yeah (Yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some clothes (Clothes), yeah (Ayy)
And just made a hundred thousand for a show (Show), huh, yeah (Yeah)
With them slimes, you know them niggas wipe your nose (Nose), huh, yeah (Yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like oh (Oh), huh, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Trippie Redd]
Kill a nigga, drill a nigga, spill a nigga
Caps’ll get peeled, lil’ nigga, I was in the field, lil’ nigga (Yeah, yeah)
AK with that scope, with that beam, where it’s real, lil’ nigga
We want all the smoke, all the war, we don’t fear you niggas (War, kill, woo)
We gon’ drill him down (Down), with a hundred rounds (Hundred rounds)
She just like my fuckin’ sound (All my fuckin’ sound), she just like to fuck around (Yeah, yeah)
She don’t wanna date (Uh), I just wanna fuck a while
Yeah, I wanna fuck her from the back and go to fuckin’ town, yeah (Ya dig?)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Don’t come outside, we send them killers at your door (Door), huh, yeah (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil’ bitch, we slice your throat (Slice), huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the club, look like a ghost (Cloth), huh, yeah
On the yacht, let’s have a toast ’cause I’m the G.O.A.T. (Yeah), huh, yeah (Yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some clothes (Clothes), yeah (Ayy)
And just made a hundred thousand for a show (Show), huh, yeah (Yeah)
With them slimes, you know them niggas wipe your nose (Nose), huh, yeah (Yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like oh (Oh), huh, yeah (Yeah)