BIG 30 Lyrics by P Yungin
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 n**** that got hit up up in his face
Wasn’t even my work so I aint 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 and you back under some fuckin damn wheels
Same n**** front on gang
That same n**** gon get drilled
N**** fuck your gang
And I’ll blow his head
All on the fucking damn steering wheel
Why the fuck you keep calling my damn phone bitch
Aint you a grown bitch
I just want some dome bitch
If you think ima bone you bitch
The way it spray
It’s a hundred percent
Weed got me smoking choking and shit
I’m a gangsta
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 ima spray at the bitch
With a AR thought I had me lick
No Ludacris
Ima 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 n**** that got hit up up in his face
Wasn’t even my work so I aint 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 and you back under some fuckin damn wheels
Same n**** front on gang
That same n**** gon get drilled
N**** fuck your gang
And I’ll blow his head
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 n***** just mad
Cause I got diamonds bitch don’t flop
Fake ass pop sews
N**** you aint no gangsta n****
Stop
On you every sudden move
Pussy bitch n**** like you a clock
Plus I’m smoking on this juice
This shit so poo
C-O-S
Got your bitch up on my cock
Ain’t no beef if you aint 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 n**** that got hit up up in his face
Wasn’t even my work so I aint 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 and you back under some fuckin damn wheels
Same n**** front on gang
That same n**** gon get drilled
N**** fuck your gang
And I’ll blow his head
All on the fucking damn steering wheel
Big 30
Big 30
Fuck 23
Big 30 n****