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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BIG30
BIG30
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Morse
David Morse
Songwriter
Rodney Wright
Rodney Wright
Songwriter
Tiquan Pryor
Tiquan Pryor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tp808s
Tp808s
Producer
Skywalker OG (Thomas Walker)
Skywalker OG (Thomas Walker)
Mixing Engineer
David Morse
David Morse
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Switches Glizzy (Nothin' Else)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Big blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd stand for them switches, ****
(Shit else) Long live Mista, ****
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
[Verse 2]
A blrrrd (Blrrrd) them members near soon as you hear that sound
I been pistol totin' since fourteen, picked it up and I ain't put it down
'Fore they cut my name down to BIG30, I was 30 rounds
Don't do no cappin', we get active, the opps know how that .30 sound
Pussy told me fuck my **** to my face I couldn't believe it
**** know I don't play, one to the face, he must thought I was Jeezy
Big **** with pointers on, hit ya block in a Bent' like Peezy
And I'm really gone step on some, go ask lil' one, breathin' ain't easy
(Nope) Ion give a fuck 'bout nothin'
(Nope) I could've been went Lamb'
I spent a Urus truck on buttons
Take care of my killas on the daily get whatever gun
We spin they block for fun, bet BIG30 don't pay for nothin'
I been thuggin', that's on my son
I been spinnin' that's on Tae Tae
I be with murderers and robbers, bitch, that's everyday
Come from that yeah, bitch, I'm project baby, lil' section 8
Rock shit to bed, I come from King Gate First 48
We pop it off, shoot shit on tape
I done witnessed **** buy bitches shit they won't buy they man's
And I'm on Memphis shit, I might show you love but won't
Murda from the Crest but this shit in blood, that's for sho' my man
And soon they post that bond
Go break the bank, take Arthur Horne them bandz
Palm sweaty, Glock heavy, bond ready, **** got me fucked up
Back shot, arm shot, rib cracked, aight then, shut up
40 nights, 40 days slingin' K's, I bet not let up
CGE forever stand on wax, they gon' respect us
[Verse 3]
Blrrrd, blrrrd, that stand for nothin' else
Puttin' on for Mista 'cause my **** he was somethin' else
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, Big blrrrd, blrrrd
Written by: David Morse, Dp, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Rodney Wright, Tiquan Pryor
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