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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BIG30
BIG30
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ KJ
DJ KJ
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Leo Martinez
Leo Martinez
Assistant Engineer

Songtexte

Brrrr Brrrr Big Brrrrr I got a spot out of town I got to get away from all these people Nigga burning my face up I took my faith in all these people Then go get in that car bout me Don't shake my hand when you see me Boy fuck the fake smile Boy you can keep it You don't fuck with me I don't fuck with you either Nigga ain't going to fuck with me I keep my gun I pay the reaper Think I got magic Turn you from a person To a blunt of reefer Mane fuck them niggas Went against me Thought I was over Shiesty got locked Nigga drop they nuts on me like we enemies But now we is nigga fuck ya I don't need no nigga for nothing Backend Ferrari We thugging But no more draco totting in public Judge says he can't be round nothing But family or no other Or no members or no nothing Well your honor this is my brother They gone have to deal with that And imma tell you that off the top Even if they pull my name Imma go change my shit tomorrow That's my brother My fraternal spin No designer say twin I say spin Cause we don't look shit alike But he spin then I spin I got a spot out of town I got to get away from all these people Nigga burning my face up I took my faith in all these people Then go get in that car bout me Don't shake my hand when you see me Boy fuck the fake smile Boy you can keep it You don't fuck with me I don't fuck with you either Nigga ain't going to fuck with me I keep my gun I pay the reaper Think I got magic Turn you from a person To a blunt of reefer Mane fuck them niggas Went against me Thought I was over Shiesty got locked Nigga drop they nuts on me like we enemies Aye But that's Ight though As long as I got my money My bitch My nigga My pipe though Fuck Imma get back doored Pussy I don't even like folks Nigga talking bout back door Nigga ass better touch the right door You can't get up on me boy You got a better chance at Keep typing on the net Nigga keep typing bout Thirty They gone type about you next We done caught niggas ass wide awake Then put they ass to rest Think I put Xanax in my bullet We put his neck on his chest He tried to put on a vest Ha Got his dome checked Thought he catch me Shot the wrong Vette Who got dropped, I'm independent Thirty get his own check Head dropped the 300K And the rest was over with And that's how that went nigga I was in my feeling I ain't never dropped a dis nigga Before I ever met you nigga I was the one spent nigga I just never spoke on it Cause Nuski never did nigga And plus, we done got rich nigga I got a spot out of town I got to get away from all these people Nigga burning my face up I took my faith in all these people Then go get in that car bout me Don't shake my hand when you see me Boy fuck the fake smile Boy you can keep it You don't fuck with me I don't fuck with you either Nigga ain't going to fuck with me I keep my gun I pay the reaper Think I got magic Turn you from a person To a blunt of reefer Mane fuck them niggas Went against me Thought I was over Shiesty got locked Nigga drop they nuts on me like we enemies
Writer(s): Rodney Lamont Wright Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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