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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BIG30
BIG30
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Davis Jr
Kevin Davis Jr
Songwriter
Rodney Wright
Rodney Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ KJ
DJ KJ
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(KJ, let the beat knock)
[Verse 2]
Ayy, I know these bitches don't love me (No)
They like how I keep lots of cash on me, I'm really thuggin' (I'm thuggin')
Four shots from my revolver, tapped his bitch ass in his noggin' (His noggin')
Keep shots up on me daily, they know I won't go for nothin' (Won't go for nothin', no)
[Verse 3]
Bitch, I'm thuggin'
This Glock ain't just for show, really gon' up it and gon' buss it (Gon' buss it)
I'm really CEO, I bet somethin' die, you catch me cussin' (**** cussin')
Don't even argue with my bitch, the fuck I look like fussin'? (Fussin')
With a **** that's finna die the second that he touch me (He touch me)
Don't even try it (Try it)
Can't name a **** ever played with us and he ain't died (I bet he died)
He die today, bet that's okay, I bet he bring five (I took out five)
If that's yo' bitch and he ain't fucked her, that mean he ain't tried ('Cause I ain't tried)
Hoe, I'm the P in pride (P)
**** play me like this 2K, he might never breathe again
Hit him in the face, now his left eye might never see again (Again)
Bitch ask me to put her in a car my mama ain't even in
Bet I buy a bitch a bike before I put her in a Benz (The fuck?)
Ayy, that hoe trippin' (She trippin')
And I deserve whatever happe, ever catch me slippin' (The see me slippin')
Seven shots to his chest so quickly, hit 'em with the switches (That fifty)
Finished the boy up with that sixty, we did 'em ridiculous (Ridiculous)
Bet you can't name a shoot out, I been in and ain't get off (At all)
They killed my cousin, they done fucked around and pissed me off (Go kill 'em all)
Need four more bodies from my **** or they gettin' cut off (Gon' cut 'em off)
New opp pack knocked him off, his dead ass don't make me cough (Gang, gang, gang)
Come back and haunt me, bet his dead ass gon' die again (Again)
He tried that shit, I bet this dead ass can't try again (Try again)
KSBG my **** Crip, Blood, some bang the fin (Bang the fin)
Some bosses too, slidin' with Lil B and Mac Blue to the end (That my kin)
Free the rest out the pen
[Verse 4]
2020-ass gangsta, **** new to killin'
Switch on me, a choppa, regular Glock that's Nuski livin'
This shit ain't new to me, went straight to sleep, I'm used to killin' (I'm used to it)
Won't talk about no missions, ain't tellin' business to bitches (Better not)
Come outside, boy, 'cause I'm in the city with switches (Come outside)
My gun fully auto, none of these bitches say semi (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
I shoot dice with players who break on a trick for a livin' (For a livin')
Quick to bet ten racks on a hit and forty more, he hit it (Or better fifty)
[Verse 5]
Big blrrrd, big blrrrd
I know these bitches don't love me (Don't like me)
They like how I keep lots of cash on me, I'm really thuggin'
Four shots from my revolver, tapped his bitch ass in his noggin' (In his noggin')
Keep shots up on me daily, they know I won't go for nothin'
[Verse 6]
Nope, hoe
Free Shiesty
Hoe
Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd, blrrrd
Written by: Christopher James Gholson, Jamal Jones, Kevin Davis Jr, Radric Delantic Davis, Rodney Wright
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