BIG 30

Lyrics

[Intro] Boom, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom Fuck 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] FuckthatGlock.23, I'm trynause that .30 Yougot that bag up on yo' head, he pull up where you stay And to that dead nigga, that got hit up, up in his face Wasn't even my work, so I ain't gon' speak up on that fucking case I'll make a junkie drink a beer, speak on gang and you get killed Put you on Union Street, now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels Same nigga front on gang, that same nigga gon' get drilled Nigga, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head off all on the fucking damn steering wheel [Verse 1] Why the fuck you keep on calling my damn phone? Bitch Ain't you a grown bitch? I just want some dome, bitch If you think I'ma bone you, bitch, they way it spray, it's a hundred percent Weed got me smoking, choking and shit I'ma gangster, I'm steady reloading my shit When a car pass, I'm just holding my shit Catch that boy, explode to the bitch If he run, then my choppa gon' click If a opp pass, I'ma spray at the bitch With a AR, thought I had me a lick No Ludacris, I'ma knock off his wig 4KTre Murda Bih That boy evil here, aim all at your kid [Chorus] Fuck 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 nigga, that got hit up, up in his face Wasn't even my work, so I ain't gon' speak up on that fucking case I'll make a junkie drink a beer, speak on gang and you get killed Put you on Union Street, now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels Same nigga front on gang, that same nigga gon' get drilled Nigga, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head off all on the fucking damn steering wheel [Verse 2] Bitch, I'm on my body I'm on my top Talkin' out your body them hallows will rip your top Like a snake, bitch, I'm a python, I'll pull up send a drop Pussy bitch nigga just bad 'cause I got diamonds, bitch, don't flop Fake ass pop sews Nigga, you ain't no gangster, nigga stop On your every sudden move Pussy bitch nigga like you a clock Plus, I'm smokin' on this juice, this shit so poo COS, got your bitch up on my cock Ain't no beef if you ain't kill none of the opps [Chorus] Fuck 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 nigga, that got hit up, up in his face (Bah) Wasn't even my work, so I ain't gon' speak up on that fucking case I'll make a junkie drink a beer, speak on gang and you get killed Put you on Union Street, now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels Same nigga front on gang, that same nigga gon' get drilled Nigga, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head off all on the fucking damn steering wheel