[Intro: BIG30]
(Once again, I'm locked again with TP, we finna make a hit)
(SkyDiddy)
(Drop that shit, T-Head)
Let's cry
[Verse 1: BIG30]
Bet a nigga ass cry at 2:00 (Blrrrd)
Fifteen Percocets a day, feel like I damn near died too (Perc', Perc', Perky)
Free Lil' Teedy, locked up way in Cali', he just 5'2"
Been gone a deuce for aggravated robbery and got 'bout five to do (Damn)
But we gangster, ain't no tears dropped
The more I go, more wicked this shit get, so that's more fears dropped (No fears)
Ice on my earlobe, six pair of earrings, bitch, my ears cocked (Icе, ice)
Like, should I keep on slugging, keep on thugging? Might go veneer probably (Icе, ice)
Took my nigga Mista, killed his killer like the same day (Same day)
Turned him to a strain, like, hit this za, this how his brain taste (Gas, brain taste)
I can't just sip Wock', gotta mix Tech, I need that same taste (That same taste)
When I say free Shiesty, that go for Bobby, my nigga caught the same case
Tan Glocks, fifty shots, get 'em off me (Get 'em off me)
'Fore it even hit the net, 30 knew he was dead, my nigga 'nem already called me (They called me)
Steady asking where we at, said you sliding through Willet, they done hit him in the head with the forty (That forty)
Now we got him stiff, laid in the coffin (In the coffin)
Stay strapped up, two Glock shorty (Glock 40 shorty)
Turned him to a pack, now he got me coughing
Blrrrd, blrrrd
(Once again, I'm locked again with TP, we finna make a hit)
(SkyDiddy)
(Drop that shit, T-Head)
Let's cry
[Verse 1: BIG30]
Bet a nigga ass cry at 2:00 (Blrrrd)
Fifteen Percocets a day, feel like I damn near died too (Perc', Perc', Perky)
Free Lil' Teedy, locked up way in Cali', he just 5'2"
Been gone a deuce for aggravated robbery and got 'bout five to do (Damn)
But we gangster, ain't no tears dropped
The more I go, more wicked this shit get, so that's more fears dropped (No fears)
Ice on my earlobe, six pair of earrings, bitch, my ears cocked (Icе, ice)
Like, should I keep on slugging, keep on thugging? Might go veneer probably (Icе, ice)
Took my nigga Mista, killed his killer like the same day (Same day)
Turned him to a strain, like, hit this za, this how his brain taste (Gas, brain taste)
I can't just sip Wock', gotta mix Tech, I need that same taste (That same taste)
When I say free Shiesty, that go for Bobby, my nigga caught the same case
Tan Glocks, fifty shots, get 'em off me (Get 'em off me)
'Fore it even hit the net, 30 knew he was dead, my nigga 'nem already called me (They called me)
Steady asking where we at, said you sliding through Willet, they done hit him in the head with the forty (That forty)
Now we got him stiff, laid in the coffin (In the coffin)
Stay strapped up, two Glock shorty (Glock 40 shorty)
Turned him to a pack, now he got me coughing
Blrrrd, blrrrd
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