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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BIG30
BIG30
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Pearson
Christopher Pearson
Songwriter
Rodney Wright
Rodney Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
T Head
T Head
Recording Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mastering Engineer
YC
YC
Producer

Στίχοι

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) 762 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' '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(s): Rodney Wright, Christopher A Pearson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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