Blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
(KJ made the beat knock)
Let's go
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Blrrrd
Ayy, ayy
Backseat of the Rolls truck, keep pourin' up, pint damn near empty
More drank that I pour up the deeper I get in my feelings
Close range back of the skull, I lost Lil Geno accidently
No opp can say they did it, pussy gettin' killed 'cause he mention
This rap shit just a image, gotta know that I'm still spinnin'
Never paid for a hit, 30 get active with them switches
He thought this shit was sweet and fell a victim of this glizzy
Free Preston out the feds, they gave him ten 'cause niggas snitchin'
Ayy, he gotta go, that's on my nigga
One opp so little, when he die, he get smoked out a Swisher
Certified in these streets I get shit done, we push the issue
Can't bring that shit to Cali, I'm out here strapped with a millennium
I'm extra drop a bag on your head, kill you, then buy myself a Tesla
Keep hollerin' I'm a rapper, say that same shit to a detective
Chopper Gang that's for life, pussy, go to war with the devil
Write that over my hearse next to "KSBG Forever"
AR-15, Glock ,19, 7.62, et cetera
Never caught no corona 'cause every day sippin' medical
I'm booked up on the weekend but hittin' they block in my schedule
Got pins on Glock, bump stock AR's, this shit could send us federal
Gucci shoe, Gucci sock, Gucci belt with the Gucci letterman
Boy, you ain't really trappin', heard you got rich off a settlement
Lotta niggas don't like me, they just with me 'cause they scared of me
Shiest' told me to move tighter watch out for envy and jealousy
They hate me cause I'm winnin' Lord
Stayin' dangerous everyday, forgive me as I'm sinnin' Lord
Ain't too many niggas blessed like me and they still spinnin' Lord
Said ain't too many niggas rich as me hop out with semi's Lord
How they did that last boy remind me of my last kill
Pussy pulled that stunt in 2015, on his ass still
Snuck twenty Percs up on the plane and the bottle say Advil
Flew the set to Cali, we went too ham on that last drill
Blrrrd
Blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd
BIG30 - King Of Killbranch Album Lyrics
BIG30 - King Of Killbranch Lyrics
Writer: Kevin Davis Jr., Rodney Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE
Copyright: Lyrics © MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE
Miss My Glock 26
(Mmm, Manny, cook that shit, uh)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
No pad, no pen shit
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd
No postin' on my block, ayy, you either shoppin' or servin'
.357 'cross my lap, just for Mista we purgin'
We whack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery
He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, "Go get him, it's urgent"
They put that battery in his back and ain't even slide for him
He sendin' threats from a hospital bed, be quiet boy
Big boy, .45 boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy
Every time right or wrong, this Gucci link my vibe choice
Ayy, if it's smoke then say some'
Get to close, my niggas spray some'
For smokin' Geno, laced him
'Fore he knew it, the member faced him
Boy you were damn near wasted, watch where you drop that location
That ain't my lil' ho or my guy, that's my lil' situation
That my lil' shit
Man, f*ck all that, that my lil' bitch
Louis front, Louis kicks
Exclusive gang, Louis V sticks
Got shot so many times and lived (Smurk), call him lil' 50 Cent
I ain't had a nine and two years, I miss my Glock .26 (grrah, let's get it)
Me and Von was fightin' our case together
The state had to see our face together (gang)
Switches go broom-broom (grrah)
Fifty-thousand to stitch his face together
I don't like Qua', I like Wock'-Wock' in the peach Crush
Because I taste it better (let's get it)
Louis belt with a hoodie to hide my dreads and hold my Drac' together (on gang)
Fightin' over hits, like where he go?
Shit, who chased them better? (Me?)
Can't trust these hoes from nobody hood no more
They backdoor, play together (bitch)
Me, I gotta keep a gun I draw mine low (let's get it)
I gotta keep a fund, these killers 'round me (let's get it)
Ain't never gon' run, if it's up then it's stuck (let's get it)
And that's on my son, nigga (bah)
PPP got you feelin' yourself
That's a Cartier, that ain't no Patek, nigga (pussy)
Tell the truth five-hunnid K, on Pluto grave
I ain't no average nigga (grrah)
We done been through shit inside them trenches
You can't imagine, nigga (let's get it)
I'm with the same niggas
We used to hoop on crates inside them alleys, nigga (man, what? Gang)
No postin' on my block, ayy, you either shoppin' or servin'
.357 'cross my lap, just for Mista we purgin'
We whack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery
He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, "Go get him, it's urgent"
They put that battery in his back and ain't even slide for him
He sendin' threats from a hospital bed, be quiet boy
Big boy, .45 boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy
Every time right or wrong, this Gucci link my vibe choice
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
No pad, no pen shit
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd
No postin' on my block, ayy, you either shoppin' or servin'
.357 'cross my lap, just for Mista we purgin'
We whack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery
He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, "Go get him, it's urgent"
They put that battery in his back and ain't even slide for him
He sendin' threats from a hospital bed, be quiet boy
Big boy, .45 boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy
Every time right or wrong, this Gucci link my vibe choice
Ayy, if it's smoke then say some'
Get to close, my niggas spray some'
For smokin' Geno, laced him
'Fore he knew it, the member faced him
Boy you were damn near wasted, watch where you drop that location
That ain't my lil' ho or my guy, that's my lil' situation
That my lil' shit
Man, f*ck all that, that my lil' bitch
Louis front, Louis kicks
Exclusive gang, Louis V sticks
Got shot so many times and lived (Smurk), call him lil' 50 Cent
I ain't had a nine and two years, I miss my Glock .26 (grrah, let's get it)
Me and Von was fightin' our case together
The state had to see our face together (gang)
Switches go broom-broom (grrah)
Fifty-thousand to stitch his face together
I don't like Qua', I like Wock'-Wock' in the peach Crush
Because I taste it better (let's get it)
Louis belt with a hoodie to hide my dreads and hold my Drac' together (on gang)
Fightin' over hits, like where he go?
Shit, who chased them better? (Me?)
Can't trust these hoes from nobody hood no more
They backdoor, play together (bitch)
Me, I gotta keep a gun I draw mine low (let's get it)
I gotta keep a fund, these killers 'round me (let's get it)
Ain't never gon' run, if it's up then it's stuck (let's get it)
And that's on my son, nigga (bah)
PPP got you feelin' yourself
That's a Cartier, that ain't no Patek, nigga (pussy)
Tell the truth five-hunnid K, on Pluto grave
I ain't no average nigga (grrah)
We done been through shit inside them trenches
You can't imagine, nigga (let's get it)
I'm with the same niggas
We used to hoop on crates inside them alleys, nigga (man, what? Gang)
No postin' on my block, ayy, you either shoppin' or servin'
.357 'cross my lap, just for Mista we purgin'
We whack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery
He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, "Go get him, it's urgent"
They put that battery in his back and ain't even slide for him
He sendin' threats from a hospital bed, be quiet boy
Big boy, .45 boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy
Every time right or wrong, this Gucci link my vibe choice
Writer: Amir Mohamed, Durk Banks, Imanuel Cooper, Rodney Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
No Hospital Gang
(DJ, KJ, cut that shit down)
Blrrrd
My granny seen me Dior head to toe she said I'm sharp
My entourage trail me with .223's and stolen cars, that's they job
A nigga play a nigga gone get sparked, that's on God
I'm super strapped at home I got Draco's in my garage
Lil' bitch thought I was sweet like I ain't know she with a opp
Baby girl, this yo' life you playin' with, ho don't get shot
Two choppas by myself in this stolo, I'm slidin' hot
New opp bitch from the Nawf got super top, a super thot
Big Fox 13 Gang, we known to put shit on that channel
Heard he a loose screw but we fixin' shit with them hammers
Bitch we want all smoke, we quick to pull up, where's Ana?
We no hospital gang the same day they hand out candles
I just stopped in the hood just to get chopped, throw on my jewelry
I'm off these Percs, I'm full of drank, I can't stay out these mirrors
On point can't go for nun gotta make it home to my children
Get caught with or without I rather go sit and face a jury
Blrrrd, I rather go sit and face a judge
Two-thousand for each teeth, come here lil' ho look how I slug
Lil' bitch was lame as f*ck say she got a passion for thugs
Ho I just wanna f*ck 'til I come down from off these drugs, bitch
'Til I come down from off these Percs
Gone kill you from the back
And hold you down until you squirt
I might f*ck you good then clean you up
Then drop you off at work
Then I'm back off to the block
To move these pounds, get off this merch
Move these pounds and move the gas
You in my town, you need a pass
Ain't no nice shit where I'm from
You come through here we on yo' ass
One rapper paid in cash
One rapper got his shit snatched
Ain't no love in Memphganistan, bitch, welcome to Iraq
You say, "No cap", but we say, "Facts"
You say, "Slime", but we say, "Splatt"
You say, "Gang", but I say, "Set"
I'm from Millbranch and Willett
I'm from King Gate and Bent Tree
Ain't no nigga did none' to me
I'm 5'9 but I'm ten feet
I'm twenty, this Glock .23, blrrrd
Said I'm twenty, this Glock .23
No nigga played with me
These Niggas keep gettin' played to sleep
Niggas keep gettin' played to sleep
No nigga played with me
these niggas keep gettin' played to-
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd
My granny seen me Dior head to toe she said I'm sharp
My entourage trail me with .223's and stolen cars, that's they job
A nigga play a nigga gone get sparked, that's on God
I'm super strapped at home I got Draco's in my garage
Lil' bitch thought I was sweet like I ain't know she with a opp
Baby girl, this yo' life you playin' with, ho don't get shot
Two choppas by myself in this stolo, I'm slidin' hot
New opp bitch from the Nawf got super top, a super thot
Big Fox 13 Gang, we known to put shit on that channel
Heard he a loose screw but we fixin' shit with them hammers
Bitch we want all smoke, we quick to pull up, where's Ana?
We no hospital gang the same day they hand out candles
I just stopped in the hood just to get chopped, throw on my jewelry
I'm off these Percs, I'm full of drank, I can't stay out these mirrors
On point can't go for nun gotta make it home to my children
Get caught with or without I rather go sit and face a jury
Blrrrd, I rather go sit and face a judge
Two-thousand for each teeth, come here lil' ho look how I slug
Lil' bitch was lame as f*ck say she got a passion for thugs
Ho I just wanna f*ck 'til I come down from off these drugs, bitch
'Til I come down from off these Percs
Gone kill you from the back
And hold you down until you squirt
I might f*ck you good then clean you up
Then drop you off at work
Then I'm back off to the block
To move these pounds, get off this merch
Move these pounds and move the gas
You in my town, you need a pass
Ain't no nice shit where I'm from
You come through here we on yo' ass
One rapper paid in cash
One rapper got his shit snatched
Ain't no love in Memphganistan, bitch, welcome to Iraq
You say, "No cap", but we say, "Facts"
You say, "Slime", but we say, "Splatt"
You say, "Gang", but I say, "Set"
I'm from Millbranch and Willett
I'm from King Gate and Bent Tree
Ain't no nigga did none' to me
I'm 5'9 but I'm ten feet
I'm twenty, this Glock .23, blrrrd
Said I'm twenty, this Glock .23
No nigga played with me
These Niggas keep gettin' played to sleep
Niggas keep gettin' played to sleep
No nigga played with me
these niggas keep gettin' played to-
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Writer: Kevin Davis Jr., Rodney Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE
Copyright: Lyrics © MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE
Dyin Expensive
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
(KJ, let the beat knock)
Wake up early in the mornin'
Move a bowl 'fore I stretch (trappin')
Plus for a Lyft I'm at the sto'
Pull up with a check (make it happened)
Think about tryin' some on 30
Pull up with a vest (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
Them hittas itchin' for a body
Drop a nigga, get blessed
Don't pull up with no handguns
Less you sendin' ya best
And you ain't joinin' Choppa Gang
Less you passin' that test (you not)
Holla at cheese for them P's
Pull up in the jets (come on)
It ain't no boys round here we playin' checkers not chess (ayy, ayy, come on)
I ain't playin' I ain't lyin', I ain't no capper rapper (at all)
Have them shootas at yo' neck just like a Adam's apple (have 'em all)
Speak on 30 you gonna die, I have them shootas after (you)
Racin' a C8 in a V8 tryna see which faster (cool)
I'm CEO of Choppa Gang, nigga, CGE (it's murder)
Nigga want a couple ounces gotta come see me (ayy, come on)
I'm Gucci down I spent a quarter know the swipes on me (let's go)
Can't get no shoes up off the action this how Nike ain't sweet (ayy, ayy)
Hit up Tadoe CPN for a Hellcat
Know I'm havin' shit my way, can't you tell that? (You know it, can't you tell?)
Tryna beg my lil' nigga to hold them shells back (blrrrd, blrrrd)
'Cause you can't get that time back
or you can't give that cell back (no)
Jumped off the porch and I was smokin' Pom Pom (smokin' dope)
It ain't no sucker 'round me we ain't no dumb-dumb
Take a nigga ass down for a lump sum
Survival of the fittest what they taught me where I come from (blrrrd, blrrrd, ayy, go)
High speed off the muscle when them folks hit the lights
Them fiends comin' back to back when them folks hit the pipe
Put it on yo' head, you can get yo' nose wiped
Ten on yo' shit in the mornin' you won't see the night (ayy, ayy, we gone)
Ayy, and I hope you know dyin' expensive (I hope you know)
Understood when I see you I'm firin' my pistol (I hope you know)
How you shoot a nigga you wasn't even firin' for Trigga? (Ain't even shoot for you're bro)
Go against the gang, just know you dyin' my nigga (I hope you know, ayy, on God)
And it ain't shit I'm worried about (blrrrd)
How you slidin', nigga, see what you swervin' about (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Glock .23 I up it, I'm splurgin' out (Glock)
Brains on the curb see what he worried about
Never snitched on no nigga
I'm too gangsta, bitch, look me up
Never ever see my chain tucked that's what that Glizzy for (never)
I'ma be the first Crip to put a C on a Bentley truck (on God)
I slide with none' but killas, boy
That's what that black Infiniti for
Goats on top of digital, niggas don't wanna beef with us
Hang with killas and gamblers, niggas ain't really street as us
F*ck the Glock, desert eagle tucked
Metal jackets gone eat 'em up
BIG30 deletin' stuff, actin' tough and we left 'em stuck (blrrrd)
I say BIG30 deletin' shit
Diss me on the 23rd, pussy ain't even see the 6th
Ran out of Wock', I'm sick, f*ck it had to proceed to Tris
Same nigga hatin' on the gang couldn't even beat the shit
Constantly bringin' me up to ho, why you ain't hit the bitch?
Forgot I even hit the bitch
F*cked her when I wasn't havin' shit
Now I'm hittin' classy shit
Private jet with the baddest bitch (ayy, go)
And I only tote the latest in Draco's and automatic shit (ayy, ayy, let's go)
Ayy, and I hope you know dyin' expensive
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, and I hope you know dyin' expensive
Understood when I see you, I'm firin' my pistol
(KJ, let the beat knock)
Wake up early in the mornin'
Move a bowl 'fore I stretch (trappin')
Plus for a Lyft I'm at the sto'
Pull up with a check (make it happened)
Think about tryin' some on 30
Pull up with a vest (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
Them hittas itchin' for a body
Drop a nigga, get blessed
Don't pull up with no handguns
Less you sendin' ya best
And you ain't joinin' Choppa Gang
Less you passin' that test (you not)
Holla at cheese for them P's
Pull up in the jets (come on)
It ain't no boys round here we playin' checkers not chess (ayy, ayy, come on)
I ain't playin' I ain't lyin', I ain't no capper rapper (at all)
Have them shootas at yo' neck just like a Adam's apple (have 'em all)
Speak on 30 you gonna die, I have them shootas after (you)
Racin' a C8 in a V8 tryna see which faster (cool)
I'm CEO of Choppa Gang, nigga, CGE (it's murder)
Nigga want a couple ounces gotta come see me (ayy, come on)
I'm Gucci down I spent a quarter know the swipes on me (let's go)
Can't get no shoes up off the action this how Nike ain't sweet (ayy, ayy)
Hit up Tadoe CPN for a Hellcat
Know I'm havin' shit my way, can't you tell that? (You know it, can't you tell?)
Tryna beg my lil' nigga to hold them shells back (blrrrd, blrrrd)
'Cause you can't get that time back
or you can't give that cell back (no)
Jumped off the porch and I was smokin' Pom Pom (smokin' dope)
It ain't no sucker 'round me we ain't no dumb-dumb
Take a nigga ass down for a lump sum
Survival of the fittest what they taught me where I come from (blrrrd, blrrrd, ayy, go)
High speed off the muscle when them folks hit the lights
Them fiends comin' back to back when them folks hit the pipe
Put it on yo' head, you can get yo' nose wiped
Ten on yo' shit in the mornin' you won't see the night (ayy, ayy, we gone)
Ayy, and I hope you know dyin' expensive (I hope you know)
Understood when I see you I'm firin' my pistol (I hope you know)
How you shoot a nigga you wasn't even firin' for Trigga? (Ain't even shoot for you're bro)
Go against the gang, just know you dyin' my nigga (I hope you know, ayy, on God)
And it ain't shit I'm worried about (blrrrd)
How you slidin', nigga, see what you swervin' about (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Glock .23 I up it, I'm splurgin' out (Glock)
Brains on the curb see what he worried about
Never snitched on no nigga
I'm too gangsta, bitch, look me up
Never ever see my chain tucked that's what that Glizzy for (never)
I'ma be the first Crip to put a C on a Bentley truck (on God)
I slide with none' but killas, boy
That's what that black Infiniti for
Goats on top of digital, niggas don't wanna beef with us
Hang with killas and gamblers, niggas ain't really street as us
F*ck the Glock, desert eagle tucked
Metal jackets gone eat 'em up
BIG30 deletin' stuff, actin' tough and we left 'em stuck (blrrrd)
I say BIG30 deletin' shit
Diss me on the 23rd, pussy ain't even see the 6th
Ran out of Wock', I'm sick, f*ck it had to proceed to Tris
Same nigga hatin' on the gang couldn't even beat the shit
Constantly bringin' me up to ho, why you ain't hit the bitch?
Forgot I even hit the bitch
F*cked her when I wasn't havin' shit
Now I'm hittin' classy shit
Private jet with the baddest bitch (ayy, go)
And I only tote the latest in Draco's and automatic shit (ayy, ayy, let's go)
Ayy, and I hope you know dyin' expensive
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, and I hope you know dyin' expensive
Understood when I see you, I'm firin' my pistol
Writer: Kevin Davis Jr., Rodney Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE
Copyright: Lyrics © MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE
Whatever Come With It
Future Hendrix
30
Whatever come with it
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
(Big blrrrd)
When gangster shit pop out, most of you niggas don't get into that
Can't post on my block, meal rinse, how that where they sendin' at? (They killin' it)
Catch me by myself, skinny jeans, forty racks, a fitted hat
And we gon' come through first, me and my niggas don't do spinnin' back (at all)
Ain't no understandin' that, all of them kills they over stood
Slide down, one deep, stand over him like a hoverboard
These rappers be lame and they ain't street, talkin' 'bout they close to hood
W-0-8, whacked on arrival, you know we overdo it (it's murder)
Blrrrd, talkin' 'bout a no-show in the city (where?)
Ain't tryna kill a nigga, so they gotta give me fifty (on God)
Just got off the phone with Shiest', he told me, "They tryna get me" (free Shiest')
And the feds don't know nothin', he said, "Them folks handin' out digits"
Damn, them folks really tryna get me
I gotta move strategic, can't get knocked up off my pimpin' (at all)
Know until my heart stop, BIG30 gon' handle business
Put this shit up on my back, takin' whatever that come with it
That gangster shit pop off, don't get into that
We not the ones runnin' to the internet
Whatever come with it, whatever come with it
You ain't sellin' dope or slimin' shit out, you ain't my twin
Hate it gotta be like this, that's just how I see it
Came up real treacherous, heart on freeze
Run off with my liberty, rollin' with my demons
Seen a lot of hurt, get high and pray to the dead
Richer than Mustafa, but I made it out the jungle (yeah)
Go against, it get you lined up, we in the gutter in designer (yeah)
For my brothers, I'll take a gamble, put your friends down on camera (Pluto)
Tote a fully auto, everywhere I'm drippin' up the park
Had exotic bitches by the dozen, can't never miss a loss
She don't talk more than two languages, she not the one (not)
Real diamonds on me, you can see it hittin' from afar
I was street wrappin' up bales, now I rap sellin' out the shows
It's hard to relate to niggas who never killed nothin' before (show)
Takin' this pain with me everywhere I go around the globe
Sixteen zips on me, got my cup in this load
Whatever came with the blood on the money (came with the blood)
F*ck all this fame, niggas see it any morning (f*ck all this fame)
Gotta keep that flame for any nigga tryna harm me (woo)
Get the location on your opps, throw them a party
30
Whatever come with it
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
(Big blrrrd)
When gangster shit pop out, most of you niggas don't get into that
Can't post on my block, meal rinse, how that where they sendin' at? (They killin' it)
Catch me by myself, skinny jeans, forty racks, a fitted hat
And we gon' come through first, me and my niggas don't do spinnin' back (at all)
Ain't no understandin' that, all of them kills they over stood
Slide down, one deep, stand over him like a hoverboard
These rappers be lame and they ain't street, talkin' 'bout they close to hood
W-0-8, whacked on arrival, you know we overdo it (it's murder)
Blrrrd, talkin' 'bout a no-show in the city (where?)
Ain't tryna kill a nigga, so they gotta give me fifty (on God)
Just got off the phone with Shiest', he told me, "They tryna get me" (free Shiest')
And the feds don't know nothin', he said, "Them folks handin' out digits"
Damn, them folks really tryna get me
I gotta move strategic, can't get knocked up off my pimpin' (at all)
Know until my heart stop, BIG30 gon' handle business
Put this shit up on my back, takin' whatever that come with it
That gangster shit pop off, don't get into that
We not the ones runnin' to the internet
Whatever come with it, whatever come with it
You ain't sellin' dope or slimin' shit out, you ain't my twin
Hate it gotta be like this, that's just how I see it
Came up real treacherous, heart on freeze
Run off with my liberty, rollin' with my demons
Seen a lot of hurt, get high and pray to the dead
Richer than Mustafa, but I made it out the jungle (yeah)
Go against, it get you lined up, we in the gutter in designer (yeah)
For my brothers, I'll take a gamble, put your friends down on camera (Pluto)
Tote a fully auto, everywhere I'm drippin' up the park
Had exotic bitches by the dozen, can't never miss a loss
She don't talk more than two languages, she not the one (not)
Real diamonds on me, you can see it hittin' from afar
I was street wrappin' up bales, now I rap sellin' out the shows
It's hard to relate to niggas who never killed nothin' before (show)
Takin' this pain with me everywhere I go around the globe
Sixteen zips on me, got my cup in this load
Whatever came with the blood on the money (came with the blood)
F*ck all this fame, niggas see it any morning (f*ck all this fame)
Gotta keep that flame for any nigga tryna harm me (woo)
Get the location on your opps, throw them a party
Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Rodney Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © CREATE MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © CREATE MUSIC
Mista
Them switches, glizzys (nothin' else)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (David, wake up)
Big blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd stand for them switches nigga
Big blrrrd
Long live Mista nigga
(Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Big blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, blrrrd (blrrrd)
Them members near soon as you hear that sound
I been pistol totin' since fourteen (pistol totin')
Picked it up and ain't it put it down (ain't puttin' it down)
Fo' they cut my name down to BIG30, I was 30 Round (ayy, I was 30 Round)
Don't do no cappin', we get active (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Opp knows how that thirty sound
Pussy told me f*ck my nigga to my face
I couldn't believe it
Nigga know I'on't play one to the face (blrrrd)
He must thought I was Jeezy (he took one to the eye)
Big nigga with pointers on
Hit ya block in the Bent' like Peezy
And I'm really gon' step on some'
Go ask lil' one, breathin' ain't easy (nope)
I'on't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' (nope)
I could've been went Lamb'
I spinned the Urus truck on buttons
Take care my killas on a daily get whatever gun
We spin they block for fun (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Bet BIG30 don't play for nothin'
I been thuggin', that's on my son
I been spinnin', that's on Tae Tae (that's on Tadoe)
I be with murderers and robbers
Bitch that's everyday (when I say so)
Come from that, yeah
Bitch, I'ma project baby, lil' Section 8
Rock shit to bed
I come from King Gate, First 48
We pop it off shoot shit on tape
I done witnessed niggas buy bitches shit
They won't buy they mans (ayy, that shit sad)
And I'm on Memphis shit
I might show ya love but won't show my hand
Murderer from the crest
But this shit in blood
That's fo' sho' my man
And soon as they post that bond
Go break the bank, take Arthur Horne them bands
Palm sweaty, Glock heavy, bond ready
Nigga got me f*cked up (blrrrd)
Back shot, arm shot, rib cracked
Aight then shut up (blrrrd-blrrrd)
Forty nights, forty days slingin' K's
I bet not let up (blrrrd)
C-G-E forever stand on wax
They gone respect us (I'm CEO)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
It stand for nothin' else
Puttin' on for Mista
'Cause my nigga he was some else
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, b-blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Big blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (David, wake up)
Big blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd stand for them switches nigga
Big blrrrd
Long live Mista nigga
(Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Big blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, blrrrd (blrrrd)
Them members near soon as you hear that sound
I been pistol totin' since fourteen (pistol totin')
Picked it up and ain't it put it down (ain't puttin' it down)
Fo' they cut my name down to BIG30, I was 30 Round (ayy, I was 30 Round)
Don't do no cappin', we get active (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Opp knows how that thirty sound
Pussy told me f*ck my nigga to my face
I couldn't believe it
Nigga know I'on't play one to the face (blrrrd)
He must thought I was Jeezy (he took one to the eye)
Big nigga with pointers on
Hit ya block in the Bent' like Peezy
And I'm really gon' step on some'
Go ask lil' one, breathin' ain't easy (nope)
I'on't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' (nope)
I could've been went Lamb'
I spinned the Urus truck on buttons
Take care my killas on a daily get whatever gun
We spin they block for fun (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Bet BIG30 don't play for nothin'
I been thuggin', that's on my son
I been spinnin', that's on Tae Tae (that's on Tadoe)
I be with murderers and robbers
Bitch that's everyday (when I say so)
Come from that, yeah
Bitch, I'ma project baby, lil' Section 8
Rock shit to bed
I come from King Gate, First 48
We pop it off shoot shit on tape
I done witnessed niggas buy bitches shit
They won't buy they mans (ayy, that shit sad)
And I'm on Memphis shit
I might show ya love but won't show my hand
Murderer from the crest
But this shit in blood
That's fo' sho' my man
And soon as they post that bond
Go break the bank, take Arthur Horne them bands
Palm sweaty, Glock heavy, bond ready
Nigga got me f*cked up (blrrrd)
Back shot, arm shot, rib cracked
Aight then shut up (blrrrd-blrrrd)
Forty nights, forty days slingin' K's
I bet not let up (blrrrd)
C-G-E forever stand on wax
They gone respect us (I'm CEO)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
It stand for nothin' else
Puttin' on for Mista
'Cause my nigga he was some else
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, b-blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Big blrrrd, blrrrd
Writer: David Morse, Rodney Wright, Tiquan Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Pressin
(DJ Durel)
Yeah
Yeah
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (blues)
We put a price on you (price)
We uppin' the price on the jewels (ice)
Leave a bitch guessin' (guessin')
We the one pullin' up pressin' (pressin')
Hundred million in the section (section)
Lil' bitty bitch missed her blessin' (blessin')
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (blues)
We put a price on you (price)
We uppin' the price on the jewels (ice)
Leave a bitch guessin' (guessin')
We the one pullin' up pressin' (pressin')
Hundred million in the section (section)
Lil' bitty bitch missed her blessin' (blessin')
Big Glock, no Smith & Wesson (no)
Every nigga with me got a Glock on they body (blrrrd)
Blocked up like it's Tetris (it's terries)
Need to get off my block, you ain't sellin' narcotics
You know me by 30, better not call me Rodney
I see too much ice and it's gon' be a robbery (blrrrd)
Still gone be slimin' if I hit the lottery
I'm rich as f*ck, but I live like it's poverty
I got this Drac', can't see nobody stoppin' me (no)
Come here, bae, post on the block with me
I'm ridin' 'round with a hundred-somethin' shots on me (blrrrd)
Niggas keep sayin' they opps of me (come here)
Slidin' Draco in a coupe (slidin')
392, .762s (hmm)
Spent two thousand a tooth (shinin')
BIG30 ice man, igloo (ice)
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (blues)
We put a price on you (price)
We uppin' the price on the jewels (ice)
Leave a bitch guessin' (guessin')
We the one pullin' up pressin' (pressin')
Hundred million in the section (section)
Lil' bitty bitch missed her blessin' (blessin')
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (blues)
We put a price on you (price)
We uppin' the price on the jewels (ice)
Leave a bitch guessin' (guessin')
We the one pullin' up pressin' (pressin')
Hundred million in the section (section)
Lil' bitty bitch missed her blessin' (blessin', go)
We the ones standin' on business (on business)
Pull up, get busy, bro, don't be wiggin' (blrrrd)
We the ones pullin' up gettin' it (gave it)
2020 'Vert, that's a light one fifty (beam it)
Two Wockstars in a coupe (who?)
Me and 30 poured up a four, deuce-deuce (deuce)
Sittin' in a red eye countin' blues clues (hundreds)
Took his ass down, he was sleep, he was snooze (sweet, yeah, go)
Dior Chrome Heart beanie (beanie)
I had this drip right here way 'fore they seen it
I checked my bank account, thought I was dreamin'
I had a preacher daughter on some demon time (ugh)
I was just on some convenient time (yeah)
Dumb as hell, ridin' in some shit I can't spell
Everybody trap nasty 'round me (facts)
My barber even got some 'bows for sale
Cop somethin'
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (blues)
We put a price on you (price)
We uppin' the price on the jewels (ice)
Leave a bitch guessin' (guessin')
We the one pullin' up pressin' (pressin')
Hundred million in the section (section)
Lil' bitty bitch missed her blessin' (blessin')
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (blues)
We put a price on you (price)
We uppin' the price on the jewels (ice)
Leave a bitch guessin' (guessin')
We the one pullin' up pressin' (pressin')
Hundred million in the section (section)
Lil' bitty bitch missed her blessin' (blessin')
Yeah
Yeah
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (blues)
We put a price on you (price)
We uppin' the price on the jewels (ice)
Leave a bitch guessin' (guessin')
We the one pullin' up pressin' (pressin')
Hundred million in the section (section)
Lil' bitty bitch missed her blessin' (blessin')
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (blues)
We put a price on you (price)
We uppin' the price on the jewels (ice)
Leave a bitch guessin' (guessin')
We the one pullin' up pressin' (pressin')
Hundred million in the section (section)
Lil' bitty bitch missed her blessin' (blessin')
Big Glock, no Smith & Wesson (no)
Every nigga with me got a Glock on they body (blrrrd)
Blocked up like it's Tetris (it's terries)
Need to get off my block, you ain't sellin' narcotics
You know me by 30, better not call me Rodney
I see too much ice and it's gon' be a robbery (blrrrd)
Still gone be slimin' if I hit the lottery
I'm rich as f*ck, but I live like it's poverty
I got this Drac', can't see nobody stoppin' me (no)
Come here, bae, post on the block with me
I'm ridin' 'round with a hundred-somethin' shots on me (blrrrd)
Niggas keep sayin' they opps of me (come here)
Slidin' Draco in a coupe (slidin')
392, .762s (hmm)
Spent two thousand a tooth (shinin')
BIG30 ice man, igloo (ice)
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (blues)
We put a price on you (price)
We uppin' the price on the jewels (ice)
Leave a bitch guessin' (guessin')
We the one pullin' up pressin' (pressin')
Hundred million in the section (section)
Lil' bitty bitch missed her blessin' (blessin')
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (blues)
We put a price on you (price)
We uppin' the price on the jewels (ice)
Leave a bitch guessin' (guessin')
We the one pullin' up pressin' (pressin')
Hundred million in the section (section)
Lil' bitty bitch missed her blessin' (blessin', go)
We the ones standin' on business (on business)
Pull up, get busy, bro, don't be wiggin' (blrrrd)
We the ones pullin' up gettin' it (gave it)
2020 'Vert, that's a light one fifty (beam it)
Two Wockstars in a coupe (who?)
Me and 30 poured up a four, deuce-deuce (deuce)
Sittin' in a red eye countin' blues clues (hundreds)
Took his ass down, he was sleep, he was snooze (sweet, yeah, go)
Dior Chrome Heart beanie (beanie)
I had this drip right here way 'fore they seen it
I checked my bank account, thought I was dreamin'
I had a preacher daughter on some demon time (ugh)
I was just on some convenient time (yeah)
Dumb as hell, ridin' in some shit I can't spell
Everybody trap nasty 'round me (facts)
My barber even got some 'bows for sale
Cop somethin'
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (blues)
We put a price on you (price)
We uppin' the price on the jewels (ice)
Leave a bitch guessin' (guessin')
We the one pullin' up pressin' (pressin')
Hundred million in the section (section)
Lil' bitty bitch missed her blessin' (blessin')
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (blues)
We put a price on you (price)
We uppin' the price on the jewels (ice)
Leave a bitch guessin' (guessin')
We the one pullin' up pressin' (pressin')
Hundred million in the section (section)
Lil' bitty bitch missed her blessin' (blessin')
Writer: Christopher Pearson, Daryl McPherson, Demario Dewayne White, Dylan McKinney, Javar Rockamore, Quavious Marshall, Rodney Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Shots Out Da Vette
Come on, let me punch in
Blrrrd
(Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
(Run it back Playboy)
Uh, uh, uh
Ayy, ayy
I got this Glock on me now (Glock on me now)
Six hunnid shots trailin' me (blrrrd)
Got JD, need Wop with me now (Wop with me now)
Investin' in artillery
Each chop got at least sixty rounds (blrrrd)
Catch me sippin' Wock' and servin' Za' (Wock')
Pickup truck full of pounds (full of pounds)
Clutchin' this AR
Hopin' this fully don't buss in my hand (buss in my hand)
When we see that pancake
Bet we flip his lil' bitch ass again (bitch ass again)
Gotta know these hollows hurt
I wish you could go ask ya man (go ask ya man)
And we smoke on opps
I think that last boy was my favorite strand (gas, gas)
All these VVS 'round my neck
You reach, we gon' take off ya hand
I just know you I don't know him
We finna take off ya man (take off ya man)
KSBG, murder, murder
We got more K's than the clan (K's than the clan)
T-shirt gang we put niggas on shirt
We turn shit to a brand
BIG30, big nuts, we tote big guns
No nigga playin' with me
Know my son look up to me
So them choppas they stayin' with me (they stayin' with me)
You really a ho
You really wanna shake the hand with me (shake hands with ne)
And I f*cked yo' baby mama
Yo' lil' girl a fan of me (A fan)
Coulda been my baby mama
But you know the plan was B (the plan)
Sent some shots then ran from me (he ran)
Chase you in this 6.4
From Getwell to White Sandy Street (skrrt, he ran from me)
On the block we playin' for keeps
Lovin' thots you layin' with freaks (you layin' with freaks)
Draco with the wood and the brown grip
We call it Sandy Cheeks (it Sandy Cheeks)
Brand new Glock from out of V.A. Had to cop me a .45 (Glock)
Big .223 with the sniper scope and it came with four clips
One more Percocet it's over
Better not pop not one more pill
Free PG he spit on yo' big homie and chase you off Beale (Facts)
You gotta get to a kill if you wanna be the set
You gotta go on a drill and we send shots at the neck (blrrrd)
Headshot gang, keep on ya vest
Free Preston. Learn from the best
If you see that C8 in yo' city (skrrrt)
It's shots in the 'Vette (my 'Vette, skrrrt)
You know it's shots out the 'Vette (blrrrd)
Hunnid some' shots in the Vette
Blrrrd, blrrrd (skrrrt)
Blrrrd
(Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
(Run it back Playboy)
Uh, uh, uh
Ayy, ayy
I got this Glock on me now (Glock on me now)
Six hunnid shots trailin' me (blrrrd)
Got JD, need Wop with me now (Wop with me now)
Investin' in artillery
Each chop got at least sixty rounds (blrrrd)
Catch me sippin' Wock' and servin' Za' (Wock')
Pickup truck full of pounds (full of pounds)
Clutchin' this AR
Hopin' this fully don't buss in my hand (buss in my hand)
When we see that pancake
Bet we flip his lil' bitch ass again (bitch ass again)
Gotta know these hollows hurt
I wish you could go ask ya man (go ask ya man)
And we smoke on opps
I think that last boy was my favorite strand (gas, gas)
All these VVS 'round my neck
You reach, we gon' take off ya hand
I just know you I don't know him
We finna take off ya man (take off ya man)
KSBG, murder, murder
We got more K's than the clan (K's than the clan)
T-shirt gang we put niggas on shirt
We turn shit to a brand
BIG30, big nuts, we tote big guns
No nigga playin' with me
Know my son look up to me
So them choppas they stayin' with me (they stayin' with me)
You really a ho
You really wanna shake the hand with me (shake hands with ne)
And I f*cked yo' baby mama
Yo' lil' girl a fan of me (A fan)
Coulda been my baby mama
But you know the plan was B (the plan)
Sent some shots then ran from me (he ran)
Chase you in this 6.4
From Getwell to White Sandy Street (skrrt, he ran from me)
On the block we playin' for keeps
Lovin' thots you layin' with freaks (you layin' with freaks)
Draco with the wood and the brown grip
We call it Sandy Cheeks (it Sandy Cheeks)
Brand new Glock from out of V.A. Had to cop me a .45 (Glock)
Big .223 with the sniper scope and it came with four clips
One more Percocet it's over
Better not pop not one more pill
Free PG he spit on yo' big homie and chase you off Beale (Facts)
You gotta get to a kill if you wanna be the set
You gotta go on a drill and we send shots at the neck (blrrrd)
Headshot gang, keep on ya vest
Free Preston. Learn from the best
If you see that C8 in yo' city (skrrrt)
It's shots in the 'Vette (my 'Vette, skrrrt)
You know it's shots out the 'Vette (blrrrd)
Hunnid some' shots in the Vette
Blrrrd, blrrrd (skrrrt)
Writer: Elijah Gull, James Danson, Justin Hardaway
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
King Of My Projects
(KJ, let the beat knock)
Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd
First off play with 30 you get shot at (blrrrd)
Biggest gangsta in my city and the king of my projects (on God)
Hit ya club gangbangin' with them members and we hollin', "Crip!"
Tojo screamin', "Blood Gang!", I'm Crip and Cheese solid
Bet not ask to be the gang yeen kilt shit pussy stop it (stop it)
Drop that 30 in ya club, bet I have that ho rockin'
Better not throw no money over here, get stretched for tryna pop it (come here)
Caught him downtown and he get hit up on a trolley
A hospital you'll never see
What you know about 1st degree
Hoe dancin' on me in the club
Had her throwin' ass on the glick
My nigga say her head fye
Come with me, bitch, I gotta see (let's roll)
Left the club smashin' in the Lac (skrrt-skrrt, vroom)
Burnt the ho head in the V
Too icy in the party, we beat the boy snatched his pockets (come here)
In yo' city in a 'Rari off Percocets, Za, and Wock'
M&M how we live nigga all nuts no chocolate
Money murder he motto, still can pay me for a body
Got every gun in the book and yeen gone kill none
Niggas still getting they gun took it's 2021
Wear every chain that I got you bet not reach for none'
I bet them hollows fill you up
I bet I shoot my gun
First off play with 30 you get shot at (shot)
Biggest gangsta in my city and the king of my projects
Hit ya club gangbangin' with them members and we hollin', "Crip!"
Tojo screamin', "Blood Gang!", I'm Crip and Cheese solid
Bet not ask to be the gang yeen kilt shit pussy stop it (stop it)
Drop that 30 in ya club, bet I have that ho rockin'
Better not throw no money over here, get stretched for tryna pop it (pop it)
Caught him downtown and he get hit up on a trolley (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Verse two and I still ain't told a lie (no lie)
Rich as f*ck got broke habits still smokin' to the fye
Exotic dope for forty-two and good OG for twenty-five (gas, gas)
Went purple Vette up in October now just wait until July (them facts)
Floor seats with the gang But I'm nose bleed high
Amiri jeans with the faucets, this Moncler not Karl Kanai
Investigation I be quiet, I'on't even try to lie
I'm the last man you wanna talk to when somebody die (on God)
I'm in the booth with my lil' hitta, my lil' sniper nigga (my blrrrd)
Pin on the Glock, I hit the switch turn to a rifle, nigga
Blood on my money know this cash here got a cycle, nigga (blood on it)
We strapped up in New York takin' my chance with Rikers, nigga
First off play with 30 you get shot at (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Biggest gangsta in my city and the king of my projects (on God)
Hit ya club gangbangin' with them members and we hollin', "Crip!"
Tojo screamin', "Blood Gang!", I'm Crip and Cheese solid (solid)
Bet not ask to be the gang yeen kilt shit pussy stop it (stop it)
Drop that 30 in ya club, bet I have that ho rockin'
Better not throw no money over here, get stretched for tryna pop it (pop it)
Caught him downtown and he get hit up on a trolley (blrrrd)
First off play with 30 you get shot at (blrrrd)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd
First off play with 30 you get shot at (blrrrd)
Biggest gangsta in my city and the king of my projects (on God)
Hit ya club gangbangin' with them members and we hollin', "Crip!"
Tojo screamin', "Blood Gang!", I'm Crip and Cheese solid
Bet not ask to be the gang yeen kilt shit pussy stop it (stop it)
Drop that 30 in ya club, bet I have that ho rockin'
Better not throw no money over here, get stretched for tryna pop it (come here)
Caught him downtown and he get hit up on a trolley
A hospital you'll never see
What you know about 1st degree
Hoe dancin' on me in the club
Had her throwin' ass on the glick
My nigga say her head fye
Come with me, bitch, I gotta see (let's roll)
Left the club smashin' in the Lac (skrrt-skrrt, vroom)
Burnt the ho head in the V
Too icy in the party, we beat the boy snatched his pockets (come here)
In yo' city in a 'Rari off Percocets, Za, and Wock'
M&M how we live nigga all nuts no chocolate
Money murder he motto, still can pay me for a body
Got every gun in the book and yeen gone kill none
Niggas still getting they gun took it's 2021
Wear every chain that I got you bet not reach for none'
I bet them hollows fill you up
I bet I shoot my gun
First off play with 30 you get shot at (shot)
Biggest gangsta in my city and the king of my projects
Hit ya club gangbangin' with them members and we hollin', "Crip!"
Tojo screamin', "Blood Gang!", I'm Crip and Cheese solid
Bet not ask to be the gang yeen kilt shit pussy stop it (stop it)
Drop that 30 in ya club, bet I have that ho rockin'
Better not throw no money over here, get stretched for tryna pop it (pop it)
Caught him downtown and he get hit up on a trolley (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Verse two and I still ain't told a lie (no lie)
Rich as f*ck got broke habits still smokin' to the fye
Exotic dope for forty-two and good OG for twenty-five (gas, gas)
Went purple Vette up in October now just wait until July (them facts)
Floor seats with the gang But I'm nose bleed high
Amiri jeans with the faucets, this Moncler not Karl Kanai
Investigation I be quiet, I'on't even try to lie
I'm the last man you wanna talk to when somebody die (on God)
I'm in the booth with my lil' hitta, my lil' sniper nigga (my blrrrd)
Pin on the Glock, I hit the switch turn to a rifle, nigga
Blood on my money know this cash here got a cycle, nigga (blood on it)
We strapped up in New York takin' my chance with Rikers, nigga
First off play with 30 you get shot at (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Biggest gangsta in my city and the king of my projects (on God)
Hit ya club gangbangin' with them members and we hollin', "Crip!"
Tojo screamin', "Blood Gang!", I'm Crip and Cheese solid (solid)
Bet not ask to be the gang yeen kilt shit pussy stop it (stop it)
Drop that 30 in ya club, bet I have that ho rockin'
Better not throw no money over here, get stretched for tryna pop it (pop it)
Caught him downtown and he get hit up on a trolley (blrrrd)
First off play with 30 you get shot at (blrrrd)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Writer: Kevin Davis Jr., Rodney Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE
Copyright: Lyrics © MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE
Free Shiest Life
(I-I-I-Impossible Dreamz Music Group)
Big Blrrrd
I got forty days left for me to find out where they at
Thirty-three shots left up in the chopper, ten shots in a TEC
I know I'ma shake the spot won't never panic, break a sweat
When I see you that's yo' night not be a hash tag on the net (on God)
How the f*ck you claim my shit you see my opp and don't get off? (how?)
I'm disgusted with you nigga I started to break yo' f*ckin' jaw
Mane that shit would've got ugly if I was there when you got caught
You would've been the next one burnin' in this blunt to make me cough
Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd chain I'm in this ho lookin' like 50 Cent (I'm icy)
We Blrrrd Gang, we get active we never send a hit (free Shiesty)
Might catch my next one on yo block pull up bumpin' his shit (blrrrd)
Shaky-ass shots sent from afar chased they ass down with switches
That fully ripped all through his ribs made the boy rib crumble
Pussy got hit with that glizzy, he holla out for his mama
No savin' in the Haven, in my hood it's royal rumble
Before I pick which chain I'm wearin'
I'm pickin' out that thumper, clutch on whoever
My mama got one son and he was brought up off Winchester (the hood)
Everyday eatin' noodles with the hot sauce and black pepper (we good)
Can't never go for shit, 'fore rap I really was a stepper (I'm steppin')
Two-steppin' with that .40, catch me dancin' with the devil (I'm whippin')
Every state with them Dracs we don't give a f*ck if they dirty
Can't perform with no gun you can't book Big without the 30
Them Percocet stop workin' so I f*ck round pop a curry
You played in any way this on my kids we still gone hurt 'em
When it come to this beef we get to flippin' shit like burgers
And you can't join the gang unless you know some' 'bout a murder
New opp pack in my lungs, Wock' got me movin' like a turtle
Flag 'round my head in my C8, I'm big grape, I bang purple (I'm crippin')
I'm grape and I been Crippin', nigga (been Crip)
My head high, my eyes low, dope in my system, nigga
The man of the house I take care all my sisters, nigga (my girls)
You bet' not play 'round with my girls I'ma go get a nigga (my world)
Know I'm sayin'? See a lot of niggas talk this shit (blrrrd)
Lotta niggas just rap this shit we really gon' go get a nigga, mane
Nigga's just hollin' this Choppa Gang shit out for a brand, for clout and shit
This shit forreal, mane, if yeen puttin' it down for yo' shit, nigga
Don't need to even holla that shit
Know I'm talkin' 'bout forreal
Big Blrrrd Choppa Gang ENT
CEO status I put on for this shit
Big Blrrrd
Big Blrrrd, blrrrd
Way before we ran cross the money niggas paid us with respect
(Way before we ran cross the money niggas paid us with respect)
Know CGE stand down to no one we the ones who pose a threat
Almost up the choppa on my fan he done got to close to my neck, blrrrd
Big Blrrrd
I got forty days left for me to find out where they at
Thirty-three shots left up in the chopper, ten shots in a TEC
I know I'ma shake the spot won't never panic, break a sweat
When I see you that's yo' night not be a hash tag on the net (on God)
How the f*ck you claim my shit you see my opp and don't get off? (how?)
I'm disgusted with you nigga I started to break yo' f*ckin' jaw
Mane that shit would've got ugly if I was there when you got caught
You would've been the next one burnin' in this blunt to make me cough
Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd chain I'm in this ho lookin' like 50 Cent (I'm icy)
We Blrrrd Gang, we get active we never send a hit (free Shiesty)
Might catch my next one on yo block pull up bumpin' his shit (blrrrd)
Shaky-ass shots sent from afar chased they ass down with switches
That fully ripped all through his ribs made the boy rib crumble
Pussy got hit with that glizzy, he holla out for his mama
No savin' in the Haven, in my hood it's royal rumble
Before I pick which chain I'm wearin'
I'm pickin' out that thumper, clutch on whoever
My mama got one son and he was brought up off Winchester (the hood)
Everyday eatin' noodles with the hot sauce and black pepper (we good)
Can't never go for shit, 'fore rap I really was a stepper (I'm steppin')
Two-steppin' with that .40, catch me dancin' with the devil (I'm whippin')
Every state with them Dracs we don't give a f*ck if they dirty
Can't perform with no gun you can't book Big without the 30
Them Percocet stop workin' so I f*ck round pop a curry
You played in any way this on my kids we still gone hurt 'em
When it come to this beef we get to flippin' shit like burgers
And you can't join the gang unless you know some' 'bout a murder
New opp pack in my lungs, Wock' got me movin' like a turtle
Flag 'round my head in my C8, I'm big grape, I bang purple (I'm crippin')
I'm grape and I been Crippin', nigga (been Crip)
My head high, my eyes low, dope in my system, nigga
The man of the house I take care all my sisters, nigga (my girls)
You bet' not play 'round with my girls I'ma go get a nigga (my world)
Know I'm sayin'? See a lot of niggas talk this shit (blrrrd)
Lotta niggas just rap this shit we really gon' go get a nigga, mane
Nigga's just hollin' this Choppa Gang shit out for a brand, for clout and shit
This shit forreal, mane, if yeen puttin' it down for yo' shit, nigga
Don't need to even holla that shit
Know I'm talkin' 'bout forreal
Big Blrrrd Choppa Gang ENT
CEO status I put on for this shit
Big Blrrrd
Big Blrrrd, blrrrd
Way before we ran cross the money niggas paid us with respect
(Way before we ran cross the money niggas paid us with respect)
Know CGE stand down to no one we the ones who pose a threat
Almost up the choppa on my fan he done got to close to my neck, blrrrd
Writer: Rodney Wright, Thomas Walker, Tyrell Thorton
Copyright: Lyrics © CREATE MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © CREATE MUSIC
Red Key
Big Blrrrd
Go
This a Hellcat (go)
Yeah, the red key (skrrt-skrrt, fast)
Thought I seen a F.E.D
Damn near scared me (it scared me)
Bitch, say I'm her daddy
Barely see her, I'm a dead beat
Dripping wet (spill), splashin' on 'em
Slice the twelve feet (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Go
If yo' bitch ain't been in here that mean her head weak
Purple C8 look like Morten Grove with the red seats
'Til that pussy drop we hittin' they block, I'm talkin' 'bout every weak
7.62 Glock and a bump stick a switch in every glick
Thick lil' bitch came from the 'Raq, I love her it's the butt for me
I'm with day one niggas they gon' kill you if you f*ck with me
We don't pay for bodies, he kilt you 'cause he grew up with me
They hit my line like, "Watch the news"
Just pull up and po' up with me, it's stuck with me
If my niggas don't like you then I hate you
Ain't dodging shit but indictments and 12 'cause I'm on papers (and state troopers)
F*ck rap, back to the basics
Havin' White Runtz by the acres
I know they nigga hate me
F*cked his bitch and I ain't pay her (nathin')
Go
This a Hellcat (go)
Yeah, the red key (fast)
Thought I seen a F.E.D
Damn near scared me
Bitch, say I'm her daddy
Barely see her, I'm a dead beat
Dripping wet, splashin' on 'em
Slice the twelve feet
Go
This a Trackhawk
This ain't just no Cherokee (nah)
My bitch say I drive like I can't see
I'm all over the street
Bet not come outside without that fye
You see this smoke on me (nah)
Blowin' Runtz, got it from LB
This shit be chokin' me
I don't know this bitch from nowhere
Why this ho keep postin' me? (why?)
Brand new AP on my left wrist it look like some snow to me
If I tell 'em push they gone go
They gone blow for me
Bet not make a move, that's a point
That's a sco' for me (yeah)
KSBG steppin' on shit
Million Man March
He was goin' nowhere fast
Put his ass in park (baow)
Know I love Nuskie
He don't pop out 'til it's dark
You know that's me when you see me
I matte black all my cars (G)
Go
This a Hellcat (go)
Yeah, the red key (fast)
Thought I seen a F.E.D
Damn near scared me
Bitch, say I'm her daddy
Barely see her, I'm a dead beat
Dripping wet (spill), splashin' on 'em
Slice the twelve feet
Go
Go
This a Hellcat (go)
Yeah, the red key (skrrt-skrrt, fast)
Thought I seen a F.E.D
Damn near scared me (it scared me)
Bitch, say I'm her daddy
Barely see her, I'm a dead beat
Dripping wet (spill), splashin' on 'em
Slice the twelve feet (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Go
If yo' bitch ain't been in here that mean her head weak
Purple C8 look like Morten Grove with the red seats
'Til that pussy drop we hittin' they block, I'm talkin' 'bout every weak
7.62 Glock and a bump stick a switch in every glick
Thick lil' bitch came from the 'Raq, I love her it's the butt for me
I'm with day one niggas they gon' kill you if you f*ck with me
We don't pay for bodies, he kilt you 'cause he grew up with me
They hit my line like, "Watch the news"
Just pull up and po' up with me, it's stuck with me
If my niggas don't like you then I hate you
Ain't dodging shit but indictments and 12 'cause I'm on papers (and state troopers)
F*ck rap, back to the basics
Havin' White Runtz by the acres
I know they nigga hate me
F*cked his bitch and I ain't pay her (nathin')
Go
This a Hellcat (go)
Yeah, the red key (fast)
Thought I seen a F.E.D
Damn near scared me
Bitch, say I'm her daddy
Barely see her, I'm a dead beat
Dripping wet, splashin' on 'em
Slice the twelve feet
Go
This a Trackhawk
This ain't just no Cherokee (nah)
My bitch say I drive like I can't see
I'm all over the street
Bet not come outside without that fye
You see this smoke on me (nah)
Blowin' Runtz, got it from LB
This shit be chokin' me
I don't know this bitch from nowhere
Why this ho keep postin' me? (why?)
Brand new AP on my left wrist it look like some snow to me
If I tell 'em push they gone go
They gone blow for me
Bet not make a move, that's a point
That's a sco' for me (yeah)
KSBG steppin' on shit
Million Man March
He was goin' nowhere fast
Put his ass in park (baow)
Know I love Nuskie
He don't pop out 'til it's dark
You know that's me when you see me
I matte black all my cars (G)
Go
This a Hellcat (go)
Yeah, the red key (fast)
Thought I seen a F.E.D
Damn near scared me
Bitch, say I'm her daddy
Barely see her, I'm a dead beat
Dripping wet (spill), splashin' on 'em
Slice the twelve feet
Go
Writer: Christopher Pearson, DeMario White, Deondre Speaks, Jorres Nelson, Rodney Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE
Copyright: Lyrics © MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE
Opp Pacc
Blrrrd
(Turn me up, YC)
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy
Ain't no nigga never gave me shit
I ran off with a bomb (ayy, I ran off with a bat)
Steady clutchin' on this Glock
I think this bitch stuck to my thumb (steady clutchin' on my gat)
7.62 hit his stomach,
Ricocheted all through his lungs (blrrrd, blrrrd)
When that Draco hit his leg
That pussy fell and broke his arm (that pussy fell and broke his arm)
See, this money don't mean shit to me
I'm everywhere you ain't (I'm everywhere they ain't)
I might go drop me an opp
Then post on IG like, "Free Hank" (post on IG like, "Free Hank")
I like f*ckin' all your bitches
Then go do something that you can't (ha)
I'm in Houston off two Percocets, Gelato, and some drank
I ain't got time to lie like you, my bitch
I'm just here for the sex (I can't)
I might go bust down a W to put on for Willet (I might)
BGE the clan, and that's my label, Chopper Gang the set (the set)
If a opp play at my show, I bet his ass won't make the next (the next)
I smoke opp pacc to the face, bro, we smoke what's-his-name for fun (gas, gas, gas)
Fifty shots all in his back, he tried to run and get a gun (blrrrd, blrrrd)
We won't tolerate no disrespect, put your ass past the sun
Canary yellow diamonds, purple flag, Glock .23, LeBron (ha)
I smoke opp pacc to the face, bro, we smoke what's-his-name for fun (gas, gas, gas)
Fifty shots all in his back, he tried to run and get a gun (blrrrd, blrrrd)
We won't tolerate no disrespect, put your ass past the sun
Canary yellow diamonds, purple flag, Glock .23, LeBron (ha)
I just left from Johnny Dang, ten top and ten bottom (my teeth)
So from this point forward BIG30 can't eat shit that he can't swallow (can't eat)
They just gave me five racks for a show, spent it on my toddler (racks)
Judge threw the book at my lil' nigga like he Harry Potter (free Wright)
Me and Ari on the yacht
Smokin' exotic with some thots (gettin' high, chilin' with bitches)
Put your wrists up in the air
See who got more rocks in their watch (ayy, let me see them bitches)
The nights I lost my nigga, shed some tears, then four people got shot (blrrrd)
Bitches f*ckin' 'cause I'm hot (hot)
I got Glocks I never shot (blrrrd)
I smoke opp pacc to the face, bro, we smoke what's-his-name for fun (gas, gas, gas)
Fifty shots all in his back, he tried to run and get a gun (blrrrd, blrrrd)
We won't tolerate no disrespect, put your ass past the sun
Canary yellow diamonds, purple flag, Glock .23, LeBron (ha)
I smoke opp pacc to the face, bro, we smoke what's-his-name for fun (gas, gas, gas)
Fifty shots all in his back, he tried to run and get a gun (your ass, ass)
We won't tolerate no disrespect, put your ass past the sun (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Canary yellow diamonds, purple flag, Glock .23, LeBron (ha)
Gas, gas
Your ass, ass
Blrrrd, blrrrd
(Turn me up, YC)
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy
Ain't no nigga never gave me shit
I ran off with a bomb (ayy, I ran off with a bat)
Steady clutchin' on this Glock
I think this bitch stuck to my thumb (steady clutchin' on my gat)
7.62 hit his stomach,
Ricocheted all through his lungs (blrrrd, blrrrd)
When that Draco hit his leg
That pussy fell and broke his arm (that pussy fell and broke his arm)
See, this money don't mean shit to me
I'm everywhere you ain't (I'm everywhere they ain't)
I might go drop me an opp
Then post on IG like, "Free Hank" (post on IG like, "Free Hank")
I like f*ckin' all your bitches
Then go do something that you can't (ha)
I'm in Houston off two Percocets, Gelato, and some drank
I ain't got time to lie like you, my bitch
I'm just here for the sex (I can't)
I might go bust down a W to put on for Willet (I might)
BGE the clan, and that's my label, Chopper Gang the set (the set)
If a opp play at my show, I bet his ass won't make the next (the next)
I smoke opp pacc to the face, bro, we smoke what's-his-name for fun (gas, gas, gas)
Fifty shots all in his back, he tried to run and get a gun (blrrrd, blrrrd)
We won't tolerate no disrespect, put your ass past the sun
Canary yellow diamonds, purple flag, Glock .23, LeBron (ha)
I smoke opp pacc to the face, bro, we smoke what's-his-name for fun (gas, gas, gas)
Fifty shots all in his back, he tried to run and get a gun (blrrrd, blrrrd)
We won't tolerate no disrespect, put your ass past the sun
Canary yellow diamonds, purple flag, Glock .23, LeBron (ha)
I just left from Johnny Dang, ten top and ten bottom (my teeth)
So from this point forward BIG30 can't eat shit that he can't swallow (can't eat)
They just gave me five racks for a show, spent it on my toddler (racks)
Judge threw the book at my lil' nigga like he Harry Potter (free Wright)
Me and Ari on the yacht
Smokin' exotic with some thots (gettin' high, chilin' with bitches)
Put your wrists up in the air
See who got more rocks in their watch (ayy, let me see them bitches)
The nights I lost my nigga, shed some tears, then four people got shot (blrrrd)
Bitches f*ckin' 'cause I'm hot (hot)
I got Glocks I never shot (blrrrd)
I smoke opp pacc to the face, bro, we smoke what's-his-name for fun (gas, gas, gas)
Fifty shots all in his back, he tried to run and get a gun (blrrrd, blrrrd)
We won't tolerate no disrespect, put your ass past the sun
Canary yellow diamonds, purple flag, Glock .23, LeBron (ha)
I smoke opp pacc to the face, bro, we smoke what's-his-name for fun (gas, gas, gas)
Fifty shots all in his back, he tried to run and get a gun (your ass, ass)
We won't tolerate no disrespect, put your ass past the sun (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Canary yellow diamonds, purple flag, Glock .23, LeBron (ha)
Gas, gas
Your ass, ass
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Writer: Christopher Pearson, Rodney Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © CREATE MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © CREATE MUSIC
Too Official
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Let's go
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ran outta Wocky in the city, now I'm Tris'ing (now I'm sippin' Tris)
Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet' not drop a penny)
Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (Renni)
Finna go shoot to L.A. And see my new ho, she play tennis (my new ho, she play tennis)
I been spinnin' (I spin), too official, ask my city (ask my city)
Got that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)
He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness
Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger
Boy, don't get it twisted (don't get it twisted)
Big blrrrd, ask them why they call me Thirty Shots, ask the opps
Go ask them how many this .30 shot
Every nigga with me got a glizzy like we sponsor Glocks
Never stop for cops, know MPD familiar with my car (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Know I'm out on bond, but that ain't got shit to do with my gun
Fully automatic, hit the switch, it's rippin' through your lungs
Free Big Set and free PG off of that murder one
I be with them felons and my whole entourage on the run
Ayy, ran outta Wocky in the city, now I'm Trisin' (Wock', Wock', Wock')
Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet' not drop a penny)
Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (Renni)
Finna go shoot to L.A. And see my new ho, she play tennis (my new ho, she play tennis)
I been spinnin' (I spin), too official, ask my city (ask my city)
Got that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)
He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness (a witness)
Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger
Boy, don't get it twisted
Big Gotti, what you think they call me King for? (I am)
You ever seen that Draco jumpin' out that Rolls door?
You ever count a half a mil' on your granny floor? (Have you ever?)
You ever hit your plug and ask them what they goin' for? (Bricks)
A nigga shot at me and missed, Lord, be with him (on God)
All them niggas pussy, when they see me, they get little (outta here)
I never up my fire, let it go, and I ain't hit 'em
I ran up fifty mil', still runnin' with them killers
Ten Glocks, three hundred shots, crib, thirty mil'
Fifty M's, but I'm still playin' dirty still (I am)
Lil' homie rappin', but he really got them murder skills
I ain't with rappin', so don't diss me 'cause I'm active still
How you deal with depression? Yeah, they been poppin' pills (30s)
All my niggas rich now, but they be stretchin' still
Yup, they be stretchin'
Hit your shoulders, miss your head, boy, that's a blessin'
I'm from Memphis, cutthroat city, all my niggas be finessin'
Ran outta Wocky in the city (Wock', Wock'), I'm Trisin' (yeah)
Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I am)
Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (yeah)
Finna go shoot to L.A. And see my new ho, she play tennis
I been spinnin', too official, ask my city (city)
Got that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)
He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness
Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger
Boy, don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Gangsta shit forever, dawg, don't get it twisted
Let's go
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ran outta Wocky in the city, now I'm Tris'ing (now I'm sippin' Tris)
Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet' not drop a penny)
Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (Renni)
Finna go shoot to L.A. And see my new ho, she play tennis (my new ho, she play tennis)
I been spinnin' (I spin), too official, ask my city (ask my city)
Got that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)
He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness
Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger
Boy, don't get it twisted (don't get it twisted)
Big blrrrd, ask them why they call me Thirty Shots, ask the opps
Go ask them how many this .30 shot
Every nigga with me got a glizzy like we sponsor Glocks
Never stop for cops, know MPD familiar with my car (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Know I'm out on bond, but that ain't got shit to do with my gun
Fully automatic, hit the switch, it's rippin' through your lungs
Free Big Set and free PG off of that murder one
I be with them felons and my whole entourage on the run
Ayy, ran outta Wocky in the city, now I'm Trisin' (Wock', Wock', Wock')
Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet' not drop a penny)
Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (Renni)
Finna go shoot to L.A. And see my new ho, she play tennis (my new ho, she play tennis)
I been spinnin' (I spin), too official, ask my city (ask my city)
Got that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)
He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness (a witness)
Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger
Boy, don't get it twisted
Big Gotti, what you think they call me King for? (I am)
You ever seen that Draco jumpin' out that Rolls door?
You ever count a half a mil' on your granny floor? (Have you ever?)
You ever hit your plug and ask them what they goin' for? (Bricks)
A nigga shot at me and missed, Lord, be with him (on God)
All them niggas pussy, when they see me, they get little (outta here)
I never up my fire, let it go, and I ain't hit 'em
I ran up fifty mil', still runnin' with them killers
Ten Glocks, three hundred shots, crib, thirty mil'
Fifty M's, but I'm still playin' dirty still (I am)
Lil' homie rappin', but he really got them murder skills
I ain't with rappin', so don't diss me 'cause I'm active still
How you deal with depression? Yeah, they been poppin' pills (30s)
All my niggas rich now, but they be stretchin' still
Yup, they be stretchin'
Hit your shoulders, miss your head, boy, that's a blessin'
I'm from Memphis, cutthroat city, all my niggas be finessin'
Ran outta Wocky in the city (Wock', Wock'), I'm Trisin' (yeah)
Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I am)
Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (yeah)
Finna go shoot to L.A. And see my new ho, she play tennis
I been spinnin', too official, ask my city (city)
Got that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)
He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness
Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger
Boy, don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Gangsta shit forever, dawg, don't get it twisted
Writer: Rodney Wright, Mario Mims, Darius Henry, Akira Yuen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fuck The Opps 4L
(KJ, let the beat knock)
Woo
Hey
Double my watch so I double my Glock
Them Draco's don't stop when we walk down ya block (grraow)
I'm pourin' Wocky on top of the rocks (rocks)
I'm smokin' tropic gettin' head from a thot (hey)
Cash on the lot, ran up these racks get my mama a spot
Go jump the fences they raidin' the block (go)
I call him maid 'cause he walk with a mop (maid)
Nigga's ain't fade, hit the switch on the Glock (switch)
Four hundred bags like I'm growin' the crop (hey)
Snow in my diamonds she hoein' tonight (snow)
Sip double cup while I'm boardin' the flight (board)
My niggas flooded they shinin' it bright (flood)
Time to spin then we buyin' the strikers
Shake the vin shake the pin in the rifles (blrrrd)
Go to bed hit his head he a sniper (blrrrd, blrrrd, BIG30)
They got that get back for you, catch 'em
Now that pussy on a shirt (facts)
Caught the boy ass at the store
They knocked his shit all on the clerk (splash)
Put the mic down fo' the Glock
Stay strapped for life and stay alert
You scared to die this shit ain't for you
Get out the streets go to church (go to church)
Blrrrd (blrrrd)
No nigga testin' me (no)
Rest in piss to all the opps (f*ck 'em)
Until Lil' Geno rest in peace (f*ck 'em)
F*ck the opps for life
I'm sendin' hollows 'til them bitches bleed
Said f*ck the opps for life
Gone keep spinnin' 'til them bitches deceased
'Til them bitches extinct (they gone)
See this nigga with me shoot his gun before he think (his throat)
Sick of smokin' on the opps
Pour them bitches in drinks (Wock')
Black Dior kicks with the North Face and Supreme minks (sauce
Baguetties in this Cuban link (I'm gettin' off)
Double my watch so I double my Glock (twice ice)
Them Draco's don't stop when we walk down ya block (blrrrd, blrrrd,)
I'm pourin' Wocky on top of the rocks (Wock', Wock')
I'm smokin' tropic gettin' head from a thot (hey)
Cash on the lot, ran up these racks get my mama a spot
Go jump the fences they raidin' the block (go)
I call him maid 'cause he walk with a mop (maid)
Nigga's ain't fade, hit the switch on the Glock (switch)
Four hundred bags like I'm growin' the crop (hey)
Snow in my diamonds she hoein' tonight (snow)
Sip double cup while I'm boardin' the flight (board)
My niggas flooded they shinin' it bright (flood)
Time to spin then we buyin' the strikers
Shake the vin shake the pin in the rifles (blrrrd)
Go to bed hit his head he a sniper (boaw, hey)
Go when I go when I send 'em
They know how to spin 'em
Thirty-round hang out the gallery denim
I'm in the Maybach in the back with the semi (grroaw)
Ridin' in cats tryna whack on a mission (whack)
Cartier bust on the vision
Told 'em that I was the one they ain't listen (I'm the one)
Look how the Patek been glistenin' (Patek)
Handguns they turn automatic with switches (grraow)
These niggas bitches for real (bitches)
He gettin' fifty for kills (fifty ball)
M's in the bank give me chills (M's)
We got AR's inside of the leer (AR)
Used to bust down a lick
Now I bust down my wrist
Nigga really wanna live how I live (woo)
Keep the fye when you live in that field (fye)
You can see in his eyes he'll kill (kill)
You can see in his eyes he'll murder (murder)
Bought a coupe and I took it to surgery (woo)
Get ya boo cause she watchin' and flirtin' (get ya ho)
Caught 'em dead at the light do 'em dirty (grraow)
Remember my gang was hurtin'
Pull out them sticks and we stainin' 'em first (gang)
Put a nigga face on a shirt (grraow)
Rich as a bitch broke the curse
Hey
Woo
Hey
Double my watch so I double my Glock
Them Draco's don't stop when we walk down ya block (grraow)
I'm pourin' Wocky on top of the rocks (rocks)
I'm smokin' tropic gettin' head from a thot (hey)
Cash on the lot, ran up these racks get my mama a spot
Go jump the fences they raidin' the block (go)
I call him maid 'cause he walk with a mop (maid)
Nigga's ain't fade, hit the switch on the Glock (switch)
Four hundred bags like I'm growin' the crop (hey)
Snow in my diamonds she hoein' tonight (snow)
Sip double cup while I'm boardin' the flight (board)
My niggas flooded they shinin' it bright (flood)
Time to spin then we buyin' the strikers
Shake the vin shake the pin in the rifles (blrrrd)
Go to bed hit his head he a sniper (blrrrd, blrrrd, BIG30)
They got that get back for you, catch 'em
Now that pussy on a shirt (facts)
Caught the boy ass at the store
They knocked his shit all on the clerk (splash)
Put the mic down fo' the Glock
Stay strapped for life and stay alert
You scared to die this shit ain't for you
Get out the streets go to church (go to church)
Blrrrd (blrrrd)
No nigga testin' me (no)
Rest in piss to all the opps (f*ck 'em)
Until Lil' Geno rest in peace (f*ck 'em)
F*ck the opps for life
I'm sendin' hollows 'til them bitches bleed
Said f*ck the opps for life
Gone keep spinnin' 'til them bitches deceased
'Til them bitches extinct (they gone)
See this nigga with me shoot his gun before he think (his throat)
Sick of smokin' on the opps
Pour them bitches in drinks (Wock')
Black Dior kicks with the North Face and Supreme minks (sauce
Baguetties in this Cuban link (I'm gettin' off)
Double my watch so I double my Glock (twice ice)
Them Draco's don't stop when we walk down ya block (blrrrd, blrrrd,)
I'm pourin' Wocky on top of the rocks (Wock', Wock')
I'm smokin' tropic gettin' head from a thot (hey)
Cash on the lot, ran up these racks get my mama a spot
Go jump the fences they raidin' the block (go)
I call him maid 'cause he walk with a mop (maid)
Nigga's ain't fade, hit the switch on the Glock (switch)
Four hundred bags like I'm growin' the crop (hey)
Snow in my diamonds she hoein' tonight (snow)
Sip double cup while I'm boardin' the flight (board)
My niggas flooded they shinin' it bright (flood)
Time to spin then we buyin' the strikers
Shake the vin shake the pin in the rifles (blrrrd)
Go to bed hit his head he a sniper (boaw, hey)
Go when I go when I send 'em
They know how to spin 'em
Thirty-round hang out the gallery denim
I'm in the Maybach in the back with the semi (grroaw)
Ridin' in cats tryna whack on a mission (whack)
Cartier bust on the vision
Told 'em that I was the one they ain't listen (I'm the one)
Look how the Patek been glistenin' (Patek)
Handguns they turn automatic with switches (grraow)
These niggas bitches for real (bitches)
He gettin' fifty for kills (fifty ball)
M's in the bank give me chills (M's)
We got AR's inside of the leer (AR)
Used to bust down a lick
Now I bust down my wrist
Nigga really wanna live how I live (woo)
Keep the fye when you live in that field (fye)
You can see in his eyes he'll kill (kill)
You can see in his eyes he'll murder (murder)
Bought a coupe and I took it to surgery (woo)
Get ya boo cause she watchin' and flirtin' (get ya ho)
Caught 'em dead at the light do 'em dirty (grraow)
Remember my gang was hurtin'
Pull out them sticks and we stainin' 'em first (gang)
Put a nigga face on a shirt (grraow)
Rich as a bitch broke the curse
Hey
Writer: Jeremy Bradley, Kevin Davis Jr., Kiari Cephus, Rodney Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Allegations
F*ck (TP, baby)
Blrrrd
Man, this shit here crazy, stupid bitches say we killed my nigga
Say they caught him slippin', in south Memphis I was somewhere seekin'
Know how we get down and how we kick it, facts, you know the business
Had some up and downs and up some guns this shit got kind of wicked
Now I'm out in traffic by myself, I don't know who to trust
This Glock got my back, Draco with me, clutchin' on every truck
I'ma keep on smashin', keep yo' name alive and post you up
Bitches wanna f*ck 'cause I'm above, my feelings in my nuts
Swervin' through the city in this Scat, I got 'bout fifty on me
Opps tryna sic bitches on me, carbon, it got 'bout sixty on it
Ever since I lost Taydoe, been creepin' with the kitchen homie
Cold heart Crippin', like I'm Gunna, bitch, I'm drippin' on 'em
Trappin' out a vacant with no neighbor, tryna get it in
.357 came with eight shots, I'm tryna let off ten
The plug say he gon' stop sendin' the bows, we keep stretchin' his friend
Well, little do he know, his ass next soon as we meet again
Jason hit my phone, like they just booked me for 'bout twenty racks
Chop that shit in half, send off a ten, he send me twenty back
The streets say we got ether, keep on droppin' this shit here like crack
And we the ones who started slimin' out with choppas in the Scat (blrrrd)
I know what it feel like, take this, make sure this pill right
Three to the chest, one to the neck, I bet that boy don't heal right
I keep poppin' all these pills 'cause I like what it feel like (feel like)
And don't think that I'm slippin', try your luck, you gon' get killed twice (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh-oh, here come Mr. Shiesty, I'm who they can't wait to see
Active in them streets, when shit go down, they quick to say it's me
Waitin' on my response, but all I got to say is keep it G
Ain't so sense in speakin' on the dead, but may he rest in peace
Can't change what they feel like, grab the Drac', I don't feel right
Customizin' Glocks like Call of Duty, what your kills like?
Niggas havin' secret smoke, they don't want to bring to the light
Ain't puttin' them people in the biz, but we chopped it the same night
Can't compare us to them singin' niggas, we the drill type
Been put down that basketball to go see what the field like
If I ever took from you before, I coulda did it twice
Creepin' through the night, I'm not a thief, but I'll steal your life (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
You heard that sound? That mean that came from us
F*ck this rappin' shit, I'm quick as f*ck to go get suited up
It's only two niggas that played with us, but then they knew what's up
Every time we found out where they be, we came through shootin' it up, on God (blrrrd)
And all you other niggas hoes
Strapped with the shell catchers, .38 and snub nose
I'm high speedin' from helicopters, police tried to block the road
If I pull over today, you might not see me 'til I'm old (blrrrd)
Blrrrd
Man, this shit here crazy, stupid bitches say we killed my nigga
Say they caught him slippin', in south Memphis I was somewhere seekin'
Know how we get down and how we kick it, facts, you know the business
Had some up and downs and up some guns this shit got kind of wicked
Now I'm out in traffic by myself, I don't know who to trust
This Glock got my back, Draco with me, clutchin' on every truck
I'ma keep on smashin', keep yo' name alive and post you up
Bitches wanna f*ck 'cause I'm above, my feelings in my nuts
Swervin' through the city in this Scat, I got 'bout fifty on me
Opps tryna sic bitches on me, carbon, it got 'bout sixty on it
Ever since I lost Taydoe, been creepin' with the kitchen homie
Cold heart Crippin', like I'm Gunna, bitch, I'm drippin' on 'em
Trappin' out a vacant with no neighbor, tryna get it in
.357 came with eight shots, I'm tryna let off ten
The plug say he gon' stop sendin' the bows, we keep stretchin' his friend
Well, little do he know, his ass next soon as we meet again
Jason hit my phone, like they just booked me for 'bout twenty racks
Chop that shit in half, send off a ten, he send me twenty back
The streets say we got ether, keep on droppin' this shit here like crack
And we the ones who started slimin' out with choppas in the Scat (blrrrd)
I know what it feel like, take this, make sure this pill right
Three to the chest, one to the neck, I bet that boy don't heal right
I keep poppin' all these pills 'cause I like what it feel like (feel like)
And don't think that I'm slippin', try your luck, you gon' get killed twice (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh-oh, here come Mr. Shiesty, I'm who they can't wait to see
Active in them streets, when shit go down, they quick to say it's me
Waitin' on my response, but all I got to say is keep it G
Ain't so sense in speakin' on the dead, but may he rest in peace
Can't change what they feel like, grab the Drac', I don't feel right
Customizin' Glocks like Call of Duty, what your kills like?
Niggas havin' secret smoke, they don't want to bring to the light
Ain't puttin' them people in the biz, but we chopped it the same night
Can't compare us to them singin' niggas, we the drill type
Been put down that basketball to go see what the field like
If I ever took from you before, I coulda did it twice
Creepin' through the night, I'm not a thief, but I'll steal your life (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
You heard that sound? That mean that came from us
F*ck this rappin' shit, I'm quick as f*ck to go get suited up
It's only two niggas that played with us, but then they knew what's up
Every time we found out where they be, we came through shootin' it up, on God (blrrrd)
And all you other niggas hoes
Strapped with the shell catchers, .38 and snub nose
I'm high speedin' from helicopters, police tried to block the road
If I pull over today, you might not see me 'til I'm old (blrrrd)
Writer: Lontrell Williams Jr., Rodney Wright, Tiquan Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © SMALLBUTBIG MUSIC GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © SMALLBUTBIG MUSIC GROUP