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big30 - free shiesty lyrics

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[intro: big30 & big homiie g]
blrrrd
blrrrd, blrrrd
blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
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glock came with a switch, if you diss, you get baptized, b+tch
free shiesty
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blrrrd, blrrrd (woah)
free shiesty, n+gga
[verse 1: big homiie g]
glock came with a switch, if you diss, you get baptized, b+tch
see the opps, then i’m firin’, i ain’t never spared sh+t
i’m from the bottom, they know where i comin’ from
i put an ap on my arm
i ain’t got a safety on my gun, i load a fifty in my drum

[verse 2: big30]
i’m on the block with the strap, got a lot of guns
i put a fifty on a tommy gun
crippin’ to death, throw up c with the left and throw up bk with the other arm
come to my hood, get a p, we got underarm
really can get you a hundred of ’em
reach for my chain and i’m slumpin’ somethin’
put that on my two lil’ girls and my only son

[verse 3: big homiie g]
he not a member, he not one
saw the opps, he ain’t drop one
h+llcat red key, sports mode when the cops come
she a ho, she gon’ f+ck somethin’
how i know? ’cause i bust somethin’
clutchin’, i don’t trust none
bet i tick, bet i flush somethin’

[verse 4: big30]
ayy, cartier, ap, rollie, blrrrd ring, i’m icy
f+cked his b+tch, took his sh+t, slimed him out, and told him, “free shiesty”
amiri jeans, glock tucked, fitted hat c+cked with a white tee
street n+gga, go ‘cross the globe with a gun and no id
[verse 5: big homiie g]
you ain’t gotta like me
i get a check like i’m nike
i still shop with a booster, she striking
i put the year on the streets with a title
i’m out the gates, i done turned to an idol
i’m in this ‘cat, but it’s really a striker
i keep that fire, i ain’t talkin’ no lighter
i just might fly the b+tch out ’cause i like her

[verse 6: big30]
i just might fly a b+tch out ’cause i like her, i just might fly a b+tch out just to f+ck
i’m in milwaukee shootin’ dice with giannis, just made fifty k ’cause i bet on the bucks
ceo status, know i don’t give a f+ck
slidin’ with them shots, f+ck a bulletproof truck
i poured a four in a twenty ounce, high as a tree house, this a thousand dollar cup

[outro: big30]
four in a twenty ounce, high as a tree house, this a thousand dollar cup
every time we out, over a thousand shots in the truck
over a thousand shots, give a f+ck
blrrrd, blrrrd
ayy, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd



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