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big30 – too official lyrics

[intro: big30]
blrrrd, blrrrd
let’s go
ayy, ayy (wock’)

[verse 1: big30]
big blrrrd, ask them why they call me thirty shots, ask the opps
go ask them how many this .30 shot
every n+gga with me got a glizzy like wе sponsor glocks
never stop for cops, know mpd familiar with my car
know i’m out on bond, but that ain’t got sh+t to do with my gun
fully automatic, hit the switch, it’s rippin’ through your lungs
free big sеt and free pg off of that murder one
i be with them felons and my whole entourage on the run

[chorus: big30]
ran outta wocky in the city (wock’, wock’), i’m tristin’ (wock’, wock’, wock’)
quick to go and get a n+gga, bet’ not drop a penny (i bet’ not drop a penny)
widebody ‘cat sittin’ up on rucci’s, look like renni (skrrt, skrrt)
finna go shoot to l.a. and see my new ho, she play tennis (my new ho, she play tennis)
i been spinnin’ (i spin), too official, ask my city (ask my city)
got that .30 with me, ninety shots (blrrrd), me and my .60 (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
he was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness (a witness)
superstock (yeah), slidin’ with a gravedigger (yeah), lil’ boy (yeah), don’t get it twisted (yeah, twisted)
[verse 2: yo gotti]
big gotti, what you think they call me king for? (i am)
you ever seen that draco jumpin’ out that rolls door?
you ever count a half a mil’ on your granny floor? (have you ever?)
you ever hit your plug and ask them what they goin’ for? (bricks)
a n+gga shot at me and missed, lord be with him (on god)
all them n+ggas p+ssy, when they see me, they get little (outta here)
i never up my fire, let it go, and i ain’t hit nothin’
i ran up fifty mil’, still runnin’ with them k!llers
ten glocks, three hundred shots, crib, thirty mil’
fifty m’s, but i’m still playin’ dirty still (i am)
lil’ homie rappin’, so don’t diss me ’cause i’m active still
how you deal with depression? yeah, they be poppin’ pills (30’s)
all my n+ggas rich now, but they be stretchin’ still
yup, they be stretchin’
hit your shoulders, miss your head, boy, that’s a blessin’
i’m from memphis, cutthroat city, all my n+ggas be finessin’

- big30 lyrics

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