BIG30 – Free Shiest Life Lyrics
Free Shiest Life Lyrics by BIG30
[?] [Verse 1: BIG30] I got four today left with me to find out where they at (Okay)
Load up, three shots left up in the choppa (Brrr, brrr)
Ten shots in the TEC (Okay)
I know I’ma shake the spot
Won’t ever panic, break a sweat (niqqa)
When I see you, that’s your life
To be a hashtag on the ‘net (On God)
How the fvck you claim my sh!t?
You see my opp and don’t get off (Off)
I’m disgusted with you niqqa
I start to break your fvcking jaw
My next sh!t woulda got ugly
If I was there when you got caught (Caught)
You woulda been the next one burnin’ in this blunt
To make me cough, brrr
Big brrr, tryna [?] this hoe looking like 50 Cent (Icy)
We brrr, gang we get active, wе never send a hit (Shiеsty)
Might [?] my [?] on all your block, pull up bumping this sh!t (Brrr)
Shake a$$, [?] from afar, change [?]
They fully rip out, through it rip, made the boy real karma(?)
pu$$y got hit with that glizzy, he holla out for his momma
No savin’ him, behavin’ him, my hood is royal rumble
Before I pick with Chyna, [?] pickin’ out that thumper
Clipped on whoever, my momma got one son
And he will [?] one [?] (The hood)
Everyday eating noodles with the hot sauce and black pepper
Can’t ever go for sh!t, ‘fore rap I really was a stepper
Two steppin’ [?] catch me dancing with the devil
[?] with them [?], we don’t give a fvck if they dirty
Can’t peform with no gun, you can’t move big without the 30
No percocets start working so I [?] curry
You play [?] and the weight is on my kid, we still gon’ hurt him
When they come to this beat we get to flipping sh!t like burgers
And you can’t join the gang unless you know some’ bout a murder
New opp pack in my lung, I got me moving like a turtle
Flat round my head [?] purp
On grape, I had been crippin’, niqqa, big crip
My head high, my eyes low though [?] in my sister, niqqas
The man of the house, I take care of my sister, niqqa (My girls)
You bet’ not play around with my girls
Or I’ma go get her niqqa (My world)
A lotta niqqa just rap this sh!t, we really gon’ go get her, niqqa
niqqa just hollerin'(?) choppa got her sh!t out for a [?] For a [?] on sh!t
This sh!t for real, man (Brrr, brrr, brrr)
[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty] Way before the rent crossed the money
niqqas paid up with respect
Way before the rent crossed the money
niqqas paid up with respect
No CGE’s(?) stand down to noone
We the ones who pose a threat
I’ma up the chop on my fan, he done got too close to my neck (Brrr)