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big30 - blrrrdddd lyrics
[intro]
blrrrd
come here, shawty
ayy
[verse 1]
ayy, what they talkin’ ’bout?
we was thirteen deep with thirteen choppers at the chopper house (blrrrd, blrrrd)
once we get the drop, go with our move, ain’t sh_t to talk about (come on)
since lil’ dude been locked, they ain’t been out ’cause we been stalled them out (come on)
ayy, no, they ain’t been out, so who they lookin’ for? (huh?)
50k around my neck, by myself with that pistol tucked (come with it)
big boy up one_fifty, he got hit up out a pickup truck (blrrrd)
put a hundred in his sh_t, had grandma pickin’ pictures up (hah)
you can’t call me lil’ bruh, you ain’t never got no l!ck for me (no)
seventy_five mag in this draco, but i put sixty_three (for sure)
i’m in еvery city, in the club throwin’ up the biggеst c’s (crip)
you can’t holler out, “blrrrd,” if you ain’t never shot no stick with me (no)
[interlude]
yeah, you ain’t never shot no stick with me
you can’t holler out, “blrrrd,” you ain’t never shot no stick with me
you can’t… sing my sh_t for free
[verse 2]
big backwoods, exotic smoke, i don’t smoke with a lot of folks (gas)
all my n_ggas stealin’, not from me, but grand theft auto, though (skrrt)
look outside the chopper house, that sh_t look like a car lot, ho
but every car up on this car lot stole and all my diamonds froze
a wise man’ll know that the worst place to play is at my show (duh)
i bought every chopper, every glock out, every beam in store (duh)
you can play, get knocked off, my lil’ dropout, he gon’ up the score (brrt)
we don’t care the narcs out, we gon’ stop child, straight_eight do the most (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
chopper gang can’t have a show in memphis, must be april 1st (blrrrd, blrrrd)
you can think this sh_t sweet if you want to, f_ck ’round, get a he_rs_
she asked me for a fendi purse, we had to stop at gucci first (stop at gucci first)
automatic pump and a lil’ uzi, slidin’ in a vert (slidin’ in a vert)
i know he a p_ssy, shook my hand, couldn’t look me in my face (not my face)
if i let him get away, gino gon’ flip over any grave (flip over any grave)
if i get in reach and right with the opps, flip ’em with this drac’ (flip ’em with this drac’)
how the f_ck the industry give a gangster a hundred k? (they gave me a hundred k)
[outro]
blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
haha
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