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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BIG30
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Wright
Songwriter
Kevin Davis Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ KJ
Producer
T Head
Recording Engineer
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Leo Goff
Mastering Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(KJ LET THE BEAT KNOCK)
[Verse 2]
Blrrrrd, Big Blrrrd
First off play with 30 you get shot at
Biggest gangsta in my city and the king of my projects
Hit ya club gangbangin' with them members and we hollin' (CRIP)
Tojo screamin', "Blood Gang", I'm crip and Cheese solid
Bet not ask to be the gang, you ain't killed shit, pussy, stop it
Drop that 30 in ya club bet I have that hoe rockin'
Bet not throw no money over here, get stretched for tryna pop it
Caught him downtown and he get hit up on the trolley
A hospital you'll never see, what you know about first degree?
Hoe dancin' on me in the club, had her throwin' ass on the glee
My **** say her head fire, come with me, bitch, I gotta see
[Verse 3]
Left the club smashin' in the Lac, burnt the hoe head in the V
Too icy in the party, we beat the boy, snatched his pockets
In yo city in a Rari, off Percocets, Za, and Wock
M&M, how we live, ****, all nuts, no chocolate
Money, murder the motto, still can pay me for a body
Got every gun in the book and you ain't gon' kill nothin'
**** still gettin' they gun took, it's 2021
Wear every chain that I got, you bet not reach for nothin'
I bet them hollows fill you up, I bet I shoot my gun
[Verse 4]
First off play with 30 you get shot at
Biggest gangsta in my city and the king of my projects
Hit ya club gangbangin' with them members and we hollin' (CRIP)
Tojo screamin', "Blood Gang", I'm crip and Cheese solid
Bet not ask to be the gang, you ain't killed shit, pussy, stop it
Drop that 30 in ya club bet I have that hoe rockin'
Bet not throw no money over here, get stretched for tryna pop it
Caught him downtown and he get hit up on the trolley
[Verse 5]
Verse two and I still ain't told a lie
Rich as fuck, got broke habits, still smokin' to the fire
Exotic dope for forty-two and good OG for twenty-five
Went purple Vette up in October now just wait until July
Flo seats with the gang but I'm nose bleed high
Amiri jeans with the faeces, these Moncler not Karl Kanai
Investigation, I be quiet, I don't even try to lie
I'm the last man you wanna talk to when somebody die
I'm in the booth with my lil' hitta, my lil' sniper, ****
Pin on the Glock, I hit the switch, turn to a rifle, ****
Blood on my money, know this cash here got a cycle, ****
We strapped up in New York, takin' my chance with Rikers ****
[Verse 6]
First off play with 30 you get shot at
Biggest gangsta in my city and the king of my projects
Hit ya club gangbangin' with them members and we hollin' (CRIP)
Tojo screamin', "Blood Gang", I'm crip and Cheese solid
Bet not ask to be the gang, you ain't killed shit, pussy, stop it
Drop that 30 in ya club bet I have that hoe rockin'
Bet not throw no money over here, get stretched for tryna pop it
Caught him downtown and he get hit up on the trolley
First off play with 30 you get shot at
Written by: Kevin Davis Jr, Rodney Wright