P Yungin Big 30
[Intro]
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
[Chorus]
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 f..cking 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 f..ckin' damn wheels
Same nigga front on gang, that same nigga gon' get drilled
Nigga, f..ck yo' gang and I'll blow his head off all on the f..cking damn steering wheel
[Verse 1]
Why the f..ck 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
[Chorus]
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 f..cking 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 f..ckin' damn wheels
Same nigga front on gang, that same nigga gon' get drilled
Nigga, f..ck yo' gang and I'll blow his head off all on the f..cking damn steering wheel
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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 f..cking 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 f..ckin' damn wheels
Same nigga front on gang, that same nigga gon' get drilled
Nigga, f..ck yo' gang and I'll blow his head off all on the f..cking damn steering wheel
