[Big30]
Mane' this shit here crazy, stupid bitches say we killed my nigga
Say they caught him slipping, In south Memphis i was somewhere sick
Know how we get down & how we kick it, Fat you know the business
Hand some up & down & up some guns this shit got kinda wicked
Now i'm out in traffic by myself, i don't know who to trust
This Glock got my back, draco with me clutching on every truck
Imma keep on smashin, keep yo name alive & post you up
Bitches wanna fuck cuz im above my feelings, in my nuts
Swervin' through the city in this Scat, i got bout 50 on me
Opps tryna sick bitches on me, Carbon it got bout 60 on it
Ever since i lost Tadoe, been Crippin with the Kitchen Homie
Cold heart Crippin, Like im Gunna, bitch im drippin on em
Trappin out a Vacant with no neighbor, tryna get it in
357 came with 8 shots, im tryna let off 10
The plug say he gon stop sending the bomb, we keep stretchin his friend
Well little do he know, His ahh next when soon as we meet again
Jakes done hit my phone, like they just booked me for bout 20 racks
Chop that shit in half & send off a 10 he send me 20 back
The streets say we got ether, keep on droppin'
This shit here like crack & we the ones who started slimin' out with choppas in the scat
I know what it feel like, take this, make sure this pill right
3 to the chest, 1 to the neck, i bet that boy don't heal right
I keep popping all these pills cuz i like what it feel like
& don't that im slippin', try yo luck you gon get killed twice
[Pooh Shiesty]
Uh-Ohhh, here come Mr. Shiesty im who they can't wait to see
Active im them streets, when shit go down they quick to say its me
Waitin' on my response, but all i got to say it keep it G
Ain't so sense in speakin' on the dead but may he rest in peace
Can't change what they feel like, grab the drac, i dont feel right
Customizing Glocks like Call of Duty, What yo kills like?
Niggas havin' secret smoke they don't want to bring to the life
Ain't putting them people in the biz, but we chopped her the same night
Can't compare us to them singing niggas, we the drill type
Been put down that basketball to go see what the field like
If i ever took from you before, i coulda did it twice
Creepin through the night, im not a thief, but ill steal your life (BLRRRD,BLRRRD,BLRRRD)
You here that sound? That mean that came from us
Fuck this rappin shit, im quick as fuck to go get suited up
Its only 2 niggas that played with us, but then they knew whats up
Every time we found out where they be, we came through shootin' it up, On god
(BLRRRD)
& all you other niggas hoes, strapped with the shell catchers, 38 & snub nose
I'm High speedin from helicopters, Police tried to block the road
If i pull over today, you might not see me till im old
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