BIG30 – My Block

BIG30 – My Block Lyrics

Artist: BIG30
Song: My Block

It’s 1500 on this .308 it came with a stand
A couple n***as in the pen, I hope I see ’em again
Had to boss up for that check, get that bag, then repeat
It’s thirty in this clip, you lose yo top you think it’s sweet

I stay slidin’ with them members, this time I picked up a soldier
Got the bags all in the Rover, hot as hell and plus it’s stolen
Got my ice on in the steamer, high profile, I can’t pull over
If I say it then I mean it, spit for real, I thought I told ya

B*t*h, I’m cold with all that ice, all this yellow in my soda
Spent some time on that road, nothin’ but bowls in the Corolla
If they on us, do the dash, we can’t let ‘еm pull us over
B*t*h, we runnin’ to that bag, get in our way wе run you over

Glocks and Moncler when it’s cold, Draco, no shirt when it’s hot
I might leave the house without my head before I leave the Glock (The Glock)
Yeah, this rap sh*t pay me good but this sh*t here come to a stop
Stand up guy until I die, never turn my back on my block

Never turn my back on my block
N***a run up, wrong intentions, he gon’ catch a ‘lotta shots (On God)
Never turn my back on my Glock
Shawty seen me, got to choosin’, shawty, I just want ya top

Never turn my back on my block
N***a run up, wrong intentions, he gon’ catch a ‘lotta shots
Never turn my back on my Glock
Shawty seen me, got to choosin’, shawty, I just want ya top

I highspeed from helicopters
My dead opps don’t get a doctor (No doctor)
I put diamonds in my teeth so the same sh*t go for my watches
Get ya killed, over there in the garbage (The garbage)

I got yo a** with my profit
I be comfortable ’round them killers, b*t*h, them murders, b*t*h, them robbers
I can’t tell you what she’ll do for you but I know what she’ll do for me
Spend a bag on my jewelry, too real, it ain’t no fool in me

You know we ain’t playin’ fair, choppa bullets at his top
No, we not shootin’ in the air, me and you cannot compare
Stupid diamonds in the bezel, watch them b*t*hes glare
I like my b*t*hes by the pair, you know we blowin’ on that Pluto, put that cookie in the air

Know some grizzlies out of Memphis, they attack just like some bears
Ran it up off clientele
She be poppin’ her sh*t ’cause she can
It’s nothin’ but shooters with the mob

Comin’ up didn’t think I had the skills but look I made it far
Ma you made a star, look at what became of baby boy
Been jumped off the porch, didn’t have a choice, now I got a voice
B*t*h, I’m cold with all this ice, all this yellow in my soda

Spent some time on that road, nothin’ but bowls in the Corolla
If they on us, do the dash, we can’t let ’em pull us over
B*t*h, we runnin’ to that bag, get in our way, we run you over
Glocks and Moncler when it’s cold, Draco, no shirt when it’s hot

I might leave the house without my head before I leave the Glock (The Glock)
Yeah, this rap sh*t pay me good but this sh*t here come to a stop
Stand up guy until I die, never turn my back on my block
Never turn my back on my block

N***a run up, wrong intentions, he gon’ catch a ‘lotta shots (On God)
Never turn my back on my Glock
Shawty seen me, got to choosin’, shawty, I just want ya top
Never turn my back on my block

N***a run up, wrong intentions, he gon’ catch a ‘lotta shots
Never turn my back on my Glock
Shawty seen me, got to choosin’, shawty, I just want ya top
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Release Year: 2021