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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BIG30
BIG30
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Morse
David Morse
Songwriter
Rodney Wright
Rodney Wright
Songwriter
Tiquan Pryor
Tiquan Pryor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tp808s
Tp808s
Producer
Skywalker OG (Thomas Walker)
Skywalker OG (Thomas Walker)
Mixing Engineer
David Morse
David Morse
Producer

Lyrics

Switches glizzys, nothin' else Blrrrd (blrrrrd), (blrrrd) blrrrd David, wake up (blrrrd, big blrrrd) Blrrrd, blrrrd stand for them switches nigga (Big blrrrrd) long live Mista nigga (TP808) Ayy, blrrrd (blrrrd) Them members near soon as you hear that sound (hear that sound) I been pistol toting since 14, picked it up and ain't it put it down (ain't it put it down) Fo' they cut my name down to BIG30, I was 30 round Don't do no cappin', we get active (blrrrd) Opp knows how that .30 sound (.30 sound) Pussy told me, "Fuck my nigga" to my face, I couldn't believe it Nigga know I'on play one to the face (blrrrd) he must thought I was Jeezy (ayy) Big nigga with pointers on, hit ya block in a bent like Peezy And I'm really gon' step on some Go ask lil' one, breathin' ain't easy (nope) I'on give a fuck 'bout nothin' (nope) I could've been went Lamb' I spent an Urus truck on buttons (on the go) Take care, my killers on a daily get whatever gun (gun) We spin they block for fun (blrrrd, blrrrd) Bet BIG30, don't play for no'n I been thuggin' that's on my son I been spinnin' that's on Tae Tae (that's on Tae Tae though) I be with murderers and robbers Bitch, that's every day, come from that, yeah Bitch, I'm project baby, lil' Section 8 (okay, gang) Rock shit to bed, I come from king gate first (ayy), 48 We pop it off, shoot shit on tape (out there in the city) I done witnessed niggas buy bitches shit they won't buy they man's And I'm on Memphis shit I might show ya love, but won't show my hand Murda from the crest, but this shit in blood (murderer, murderer) That's for sure, my man And soon they post that bond Go break the bank, take Arthur Horne them bandz Palm sweaty, Glock heavy, bond ready Nigga got me fucked up (blrrrd) Back shot arm shot rib cracked, a'ight then shut up (blrrrd-blrrrd) 40 nights, 40 days slingin' Ks, I bet not let up (blrrrd) CGE forever stand on wax, they gon' respect us Blrrrd-blrrrd, blrrrd, it stand for nothin' else Puttin' on for Mista 'cause my nigga, he was somethin' else (somethin' else) Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, b-blrrrd, blrrrd Blrrrd, big blrrrd, blrrrd
Writer(s): David Morse, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Tiquan Pryor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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