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big30 - nike tech lyrics

[intro]
with the blrrrd
blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
big blrrrd
ayy, ayy, let’s— uh
all black, all black
all black
(lmc)

[chorus]
all black (black), nike tech ski on, glock 23 concealed (concealed)
think this glock ain’t got a switch on it, run up, get overk!lled (k!lled)
frrt, blrrrd, get ’em spilled (spilled)
i’m aimin’ at the spot (blrrrd) on your face where you wipe your tears (your tears)
lil’ hank just called me smilin’, he just signed for fifteen years (fifteen)
kim, hassea, alan, grape in the same bar, i got no chill (chill)
they know i’m too influenced, i’ll go step on somethin’ for real (for real)
don’t ask me ’bout no pills, i’m goin’ through sh+t, for real (for real)
don’t ask mе ’bout no pills if you ain’t never went k!llеd (k!lled)
f+ck it, i like how they feel (they feel)
to go and do a drill, then come get high as a crib (a house)
my baby mama trippin’, constantly sendin’ me her bills (ho)
but i just keep it real ’cause that’s where my kids live (ho, kids live)

[verse 1]
ayy, this real life (real life)
these ain’t no props up in your camera, boy, these real pipes (real pipes)
don’t know sh+t about moissanite (ayy), boy, this real ice (real ice)
spent so much money at the plug, d+mn near re+upped twice (re+upped twice)
threw thirty thousand at the club on a chill night (on god)
me and antman matched a thirty, boy, this real life (m&m)
my lil’ n+gga ‘nem roug and rob, steal all night (night)
long live hot, he bought the ‘vette for a chop with a knife (a knife)
up on him, take all ice (ice)
up on that boy, broad day (broad day)
took his ap and his necklace, did it the hard way (give me that)
the dumb way, lil’ jayhot never took the smart way (smart way)
it’s gunplay (gunplay), you speak on jay, get sent to god’s place (blrrrd)
long live mr. broad day (broad day)
[chorus]
all black, nike tech ski on, glock 23 concealed (blrrrd)
think this glock ain’t got a switch on it, run up, get overk!lled (blrrrd, blrrrd)
frrt, blrrrd (blrrrd), get ’em spilled (spilled)
i’m aimin’ at the spot on your face where you wipe your tears (your tears)
lil’ hank just called me smilin’, he just signed for fifteen years (fifteen)
kim, hassae, alan, grape in the same bar, i got no chill (no chill)
they know i’m too influenced, i’ll go step on somethin’ for real (for real)
don’t ask me ’bout no pills, i’m goin’ through sh+t, for real (for real)
don’t ask me ’bout no pills if you ain’t never went k!lled (k!lled)
f+ck it, i like how they feel (they feel)
to go and do a drill, then come get high as a crib (a house)
my baby mama trippin’, constantly sendin’ me her bills (ho)
but i just keep it real ’cause that’s where my kids live (ho, kids live)

[interlude]
ayy, this real life (real life)
these ain’t no props up in your camera, boy, these real pipes (these real— blrrrds)
don’t know sh+t about moissanite, boy, this real ice (real ice)
spent so much money at the plug, d+mn near re+upped twice (re+upped)
threw thirty thousand at the club on a chill night

[verse 2]
d+mn, i done popped five pills twice (how?)
i’m on a all night flight (flight), nothin’ but all white (all white)
landed in new york, i had to pick a glock over knife (that glock)
ayy, i’m strictly tryna f+ck, baby, no overnights
bae, but if your head fire, i might double back twice (twice)
i don’t trust nothin’, man, when we f+ck, i kept on all my ice (ice)
ho, i don’t play, big thirtball, i ain’t nothin’ nice (nothin’ nice)
[chorus]
all black (black), nike tech ski on, glock 23 concealed (concealed)
think this glock ain’t got a switch on it, run up, get overk!lled (k!lled)
frrt, blrrrd, get ’em spilled (spilled)
i’m aimin’ at the spot (blrrrd) on your face where you wipe your tears (your tears)
lil’ hank just called me smilin’, he just signed for fifteen years (fifteen)
kim, hassea, alan, grape in the same bar, i got no chill (chill)
they know i’m too influenced, i’ll go step on somethin’ for real (for real)
don’t ask me ’bout no pills, i’m goin’ through sh+t, for real (for real)
don’t ask me ’bout no pills if you ain’t never went k!lled (k!lled)
f+ck it, i like how they feel (they feel)
to go and do a drill, then come get high as a crib (a crib)
my baby mama trippin’, constantly sendin’ me her bills (ho)
but i just keep it real ’cause that’s where my kids live (ho, kids live)

[outro]
all black, all black
all black

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