lirik lagu p yungin – big 30
big 30 lyrics
[intro]
boom, boom~boom~boom~boom~boom~boom
boom~boom~boom~boom~boom~boom
f~ck that glock .23, i’m tryna use that .30
big .30
(k4 produced it)
baow~baow~baow~baow~baow
pull up to that boy mama, shoot up where he stay (grrt, grrt, grrt)
p right, huh?
grrt, baow~baow~baow, grrt, grrt
[chorus]
f~ck that glock .23, i’m tryna use that .30
you got that bag up on yo’ head, he pull up where you stay
and to that dead n~gga, that got hit up, up in his face
wasn’t even my work, so i ain’t gon’ speak up on that f~cking case
i’ll make a junkie drink a beer, speak on gang and you get k!lled
put you on union street, now your back under some f~ckin’ d~mn wheels
same n~gga front on gang, that same n~gga gon’ get drilled
n~gga, f~ck yo’ gang and i’ll blow his head off all on the f~cking d~mn steering wheel
[verse 1]
why the f~ck you keep on calling my d~mn phone? b~tch
ain’t you a grown b~tch?
i just want some dome, b~tch
if you think i’ma bone you, b~tch, they way it spray, it’s a hundred percent
weed got me smoking, choking and sh~t
i’ma gangster, i’m steady reloading my sh~t
when a car pass, i’m just holding my sh~t
catch that boy, explode to the b~tch
if he run, then my choppa gon’ cl!ck
if a opp pass, i’ma spray at the b~tch
with a ar, thought i had me a l!ck
no ludacris, i’ma knock off his wig
4ktre murda bih
that boy evil here, aim all at your kid
[chorus]
f~ck that glock .23, i’m tryna use that .30
you got that bag up on yo’ head, he pull up where you stay
and to that dead n~gga, that got hit up, up in his face
wasn’t even my work, so i ain’t gon’ speak up on that f~cking case
i’ll make a junkie drink a beer, speak on gang and you get k!lled
put you on union street, now your back under some f~ckin’ d~mn wheels
same n~gga front on gang, that same n~gga gon’ get drilled
n~gga, f~ck yo’ gang and i’ll blow his head off all on the f~cking d~mn steering wheel
[verse 2]
b~tch, i’m on my body
i’m on my top
talkin’ out your body them hallows will rip your top
like a snake, b~tch, i’m a python, i’ll pull up send a drop
p~ssy b~tch n~gga just bad ’cause i got diamonds, b~tch, don’t flop
fake ass pop sews
n~gga, you ain’t no gangster, n~gga stop
on your every sudden move
p~ssy b~tch n~gga like you a clock
plus, i’m smokin’ on this juice, this sh~t so poo
cos, got your b~tch up on my c~ck
ain’t no beef if you ain’t k!ll none of the opps
[chorus]
f~ck that glock .23, i’m tryna use that .30 (.30)
you got that bag up on yo’ head, he pull up where you stay (bah~bah)
and to that dead n~gga, that got hit up, up in his face (bah)
wasn’t even my work, so i ain’t gon’ speak up on that f~cking case
i’ll make a junkie drink a beer, speak on gang and you get k!lled
put you on union street, now your back under some f~ckin’ d~mn wheels
same n~gga front on gang, that same n~gga gon’ get drilled
n~gga, f~ck yo’ gang and i’ll blow his head off all on the f~cking d~mn steering wheel
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