P Yungin - BIG 30 lyrics
[P Yungin - BIG 30 lyrics]
Boom, boom boom boom boom boom boom
Boom boom boom boom boom boom
Fuck that Glock 23, I'm tryna use that 30
Big 30 (K4 produced it)
Baow baow baow baow baow
Pull up to that boy mama
Shoot up where he stay (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
P right, huh?
Grrt, Baow baow baow, grrt, grrt
Fuck that Glock 23, I'm tryna use that 30
You got that bag up on yo' head
He pull up where you stay
And to that dead nigga, that got hit up
Up in his face wasn't even my work
So I ain't gon' speak up
On that fucking case
I'll make a junkie drink a beer
Speak on gang and you get killed
Put you on Union Street
Now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels
Same nigga front on gang
That same nigga gon' get drilled
Nigga, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head
Off all on the fucking damn steering wheel
Why the fuck you keep on
Calling my damn phone? Bitch
Ain't you a grown bitch?
I just want some dome, bitch
If you think I'ma bone you
Bitch, they way it spray
It's a hundred percent
Weed got me smoking, choking and shit
I'ma gangster, I'm steady reloading my shit
When a car pass, I'm just holding my shit
Catch that boy, explode to the bitch
If he run, then my choppa gon' click
If a opp pass, I'ma spray at the bitch
With a AR, thought I had me a lick
No Ludacris, I'ma knock off his wig
4KTre Murda Bih
That boy evil here, aim all at your kid
Fuck that Glock 23, I'm tryna use that 30
You got that bag up on yo' head
He pull up where you stay
And to that dead nigga, that got hit up
Up in his face wasn't even my work
So I ain't gon' speak up
On that fucking case
I'll make a junkie drink a beer
Speak on gang and you get killed
Put you on Union Street
Now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels
Same nigga front on gang
That same nigga gon' get drilled
Nigga, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head
Off all on the fucking damn steering wheel
Fuck that Glock 23, I'm tryna use that 30
You got that bag up on yo' head
He pull up where you stay
And to that dead nigga, that got hit up
Up in his face wasn't even my work
So I ain't gon' speak up
On that fucking case
I'll make a junkie drink a beer
Speak on gang and you get killed
Put you on Union Street
Now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels
Same nigga front on gang
That same nigga gon' get drilled
Nigga, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head
Off all on the fucking damn steering wheel
Bitch, I'm on my body i'm on my top
Talkin' out your body them hallows
Will rip your top
Like a snake, bitch, I'm a python
I'll pull up send a drop
Pussy bitch nigga just bad 'cause
I got diamonds, bitch, don't flop
Fake ass pop sews
Nigga, you ain't no gangster, nigga stop
On your every sudden move
Pussy bitch nigga like you a clock
Plus, I'm smokin' on this juice
This shit so poo
COS, got your bitch up on my cock
Ain't no beef if you ain't
Kill none of the opps
Fuck that Glock 23, I'm tryna use that 30
You got that bag up on yo' head
He pull up where you stay
And to that dead nigga, that got hit up
Up in his face wasn't even my work
So I ain't gon' speak up
On that fucking case
I'll make a junkie drink a beer
Speak on gang and you get killed
Put you on Union Street
Now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels
Same nigga front on gang
That same nigga gon' get drilled
Nigga, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head
Off all on the fucking damn steering wheel
Fuck that Glock 23, I'm tryna use that 30
(30) you got that bag up on yo' head
He pull up where you stay (Bah bah)
And to that dead nigga, that got hit up
Up in his face (Bah)
Wasn't even my work
So I ain't gon' speak up
On that fucking case
I'll make a junkie drink a beer
Speak on gang and you get killed
Put you on Union Street
Now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels
Same nigga front on gang
That same nigga gon' get drilled
Nigga, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head
Off all on the fucking damn steering wheel
Boom boom boom boom boom boom
Fuck that Glock 23, I'm tryna use that 30
Big 30 (K4 produced it)
Baow baow baow baow baow
Pull up to that boy mama
Shoot up where he stay (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
P right, huh?
Grrt, Baow baow baow, grrt, grrt
Fuck that Glock 23, I'm tryna use that 30
You got that bag up on yo' head
He pull up where you stay
And to that dead nigga, that got hit up
Up in his face wasn't even my work
So I ain't gon' speak up
On that fucking case
I'll make a junkie drink a beer
Speak on gang and you get killed
Put you on Union Street
Now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels
Same nigga front on gang
That same nigga gon' get drilled
Nigga, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head
Off all on the fucking damn steering wheel
Why the fuck you keep on
Calling my damn phone? Bitch
Ain't you a grown bitch?
I just want some dome, bitch
If you think I'ma bone you
Bitch, they way it spray
It's a hundred percent
Weed got me smoking, choking and shit
I'ma gangster, I'm steady reloading my shit
When a car pass, I'm just holding my shit
Catch that boy, explode to the bitch
If he run, then my choppa gon' click
If a opp pass, I'ma spray at the bitch
With a AR, thought I had me a lick
No Ludacris, I'ma knock off his wig
4KTre Murda Bih
That boy evil here, aim all at your kid
Fuck that Glock 23, I'm tryna use that 30
You got that bag up on yo' head
He pull up where you stay
And to that dead nigga, that got hit up
Up in his face wasn't even my work
So I ain't gon' speak up
On that fucking case
I'll make a junkie drink a beer
Speak on gang and you get killed
Put you on Union Street
Now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels
Same nigga front on gang
That same nigga gon' get drilled
Nigga, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head
Off all on the fucking damn steering wheel
Fuck that Glock 23, I'm tryna use that 30
You got that bag up on yo' head
He pull up where you stay
And to that dead nigga, that got hit up
Up in his face wasn't even my work
So I ain't gon' speak up
On that fucking case
I'll make a junkie drink a beer
Speak on gang and you get killed
Put you on Union Street
Now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels
Same nigga front on gang
That same nigga gon' get drilled
Nigga, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head
Off all on the fucking damn steering wheel
Bitch, I'm on my body i'm on my top
Talkin' out your body them hallows
Will rip your top
Like a snake, bitch, I'm a python
I'll pull up send a drop
Pussy bitch nigga just bad 'cause
I got diamonds, bitch, don't flop
Fake ass pop sews
Nigga, you ain't no gangster, nigga stop
On your every sudden move
Pussy bitch nigga like you a clock
Plus, I'm smokin' on this juice
This shit so poo
COS, got your bitch up on my cock
Ain't no beef if you ain't
Kill none of the opps
Fuck that Glock 23, I'm tryna use that 30
You got that bag up on yo' head
He pull up where you stay
And to that dead nigga, that got hit up
Up in his face wasn't even my work
So I ain't gon' speak up
On that fucking case
I'll make a junkie drink a beer
Speak on gang and you get killed
Put you on Union Street
Now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels
Same nigga front on gang
That same nigga gon' get drilled
Nigga, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head
Off all on the fucking damn steering wheel
Fuck that Glock 23, I'm tryna use that 30
(30) you got that bag up on yo' head
He pull up where you stay (Bah bah)
And to that dead nigga, that got hit up
Up in his face (Bah)
Wasn't even my work
So I ain't gon' speak up
On that fucking case
I'll make a junkie drink a beer
Speak on gang and you get killed
Put you on Union Street
Now your back under some fuckin' damn wheels
Same nigga front on gang
That same nigga gon' get drilled
Nigga, fuck yo' gang and I'll blow his head
Off all on the fucking damn steering wheel
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