My Shit Lyrics – Big30
Singer: Big30
Title: My Shit
Ay, 200 percocets a week
I pray to God that this sh#t stop
They kilt my cousin
Forever beef ain’t no way we can stop it
Got 7 cars ain’t never uploaded one I really can pop it
Bad b#tch with me ain’t committed
We just rocking how we rocking
It ain’t no stopping
Lil boy that’s my sh#t
Hunnid racks on me right now
30 shots in this fire stick
Catch me in to hood throwing up my set like b#tch this my sh#t
And I can go anywhere long as I got percs and my switch
You know that sound come from them automatics
I got members that love to catch bodies like they body mad
b#tch I’m Nuskie Living Long Live Mr. Pull Up Let Ya Have It
And we love to spin blocks and let off shots you know we love that static
b#tch I’m a murder attic I’m addicted to this killing sh#t
We really bleeding in these streets
My n#gg#s known for spilling sh#t
A n#gg# know I ain’t no hoe on sight he getting shot in his sh#t
I stamp that if she a hoe and she from Memphis
Look like some I clapped that
I’m trained to go I get off first
I hardly ever clap back
Say watch that car a thousand times a day
I’m really on that
We turn fitted to snap back
Put a hole in ya onion
And I’m so up can get a family killed with all this money
That choppa put him in the sky sent that boy bungee jumping
I ain’t even kill him but you dissed him boy you know we coming
Boy don’t upset ya mommy
Boy don’t upset yo mama cause we gone come take her baby
Knock ya cap off ya head now she crying like it’s graduation
I had a bag on me since 16 p#ss# come and take it
Go tell that p#ss# that dropped it it’s double on his baby
His old #ss hating cause a n#gg# young a rich
Or is it cause a n#gg# young rich and f#cking his b#tch
I stand on business on my own
I’m never sending hits
The f#ck I look like paying a n#gg# to get caught and snitch
THE f#ck
Ain’t paying no n#gg# for sh#t n#gg#
Police #ss
I’m really gone go get a n#gg#
I’m really gone come out of all this jewelry and sh#t
Suit up hop in that yeah
n#gg# know how I’m coming
n#gg# know my body
Quit playing with me n#gg#
On NuNu n#gg#
On my son
Ay, I know how I’m gonna die
Gonna die with my hand on that trigger
I know why you gone die and that’s for speaking on my n#gg#
What type of n#gg# say he smoking a opp ain’t even the killer
The same type that’s gone get stood over don’t make a hospital
b#tch I run with the killers posted on the block all day gambling till we get drop on n#gg#s
I be on the block with a Glock hotter than a chicken tender
My n#gg#s experienced we don’t go on mission with beginners
Lord know I’m mama baby sorry mama I’m a sinner
I’m a dog king of the kennel
Deep in that waters swimmer
Bad b#tch sitting to my left everytime we f#ck I leave it in her
These n#gg#s ain’t tumb bout none that’s my lil sh#t I’m f#cking with her
If you looking for her pull up on us b#tch we clutching pistols
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