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

Lyrics

Brrrrr Brrrrr Big brrrr I rolled a bow to the function I'm smoking dope this shit funky I can't curse around dat lady But I smoke dope for the moment Matter fact I smoke with She told me son this shit here She like son this blunt last me 3 days Monday my third The neighbors think we sell dope They smell dis shit up off they porch And I just pull a G Wagon 63 And momma you drive a Porsche Days before dat pulled up Brown Rari Call dat hoe a horse This bitch gon ask me what I sell Bricks? I told dat hoe of course Nah I don't play wit dat boy CEO status I'm corporate Matter fact go google me Big Thirty a platinum recorder Hellcat Black wing Tesla Plaid And I put it on Forza Bulletproof Escalade V3 Trackhawk I move in dat order Goyard bag three fifty Red and green Paddock it's creamy Take the helicopter Make two hours feel like twenty minutes Drop me at the island Meet my members and like 20 bitches Three pints of red six pints of wok It won't be a trip without Triston I rolled a bow to the function I'm smoking dope this shit funky I can't curse around dat lady But I smoke dope for the moment Matter fact I smoke with She told me son this shit here She like son this blunt last me 3 days Monday my third The neighbors think we sell dope They smell dis shit up off they porch And I just pull a g wagon 63 And momma you drive a Porsche Days before dat pulled up Brown Rari Call dat hoe a horse This bitch gon ask me what I sell Bricks? I told dat hoe of course I learn to put that money up Fuck breaking up them racks and shit These niggas ain't used to no money They normal asking for shit This rap shit for my family My kid ask when daddy gon quite Generational wealth my son Grandson going to be having shit My bitch so bad Everytime we get along I knock her ass out Shit Look at her Better not touch her Off the rip ill blow yo ass off Backseat of dat spaceship Getting dome About to blast off Having threesomes wit the neighbors Everytime her husband at golf I rolled a bow to the function I'm smoking dope this shit funky I can't curse around dat lady But I smoke dope for the moment Matter fact I smoke with She told me son this shit here She like son this blunt last me 3 days Monday my third The neighbors think we sell dope They smell dis shit up off they porch And I just pull a G Wagon 63 And momma you drive a Porsche Days before dat pulled up Brown Rari Call dat hoe a horse This bitch gon ask me what I sell Bricks? I told dat hoe of course
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