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double life - big30 lyrics

[intro]
(zboy goin’ crazy)
blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
big blrrrd
ayy, ayy

[verse]
got that draco on me now (that drac’) and that ho came with a 60 (60)
two glock 23, that’s a hundred shots (blrrrd, blrrrd), boy, come get me (come get me)
cg richest shooter (yeah, yeah), got them switches in a
bentley (yeah, yeah)
since i bulletproof the bentley, i ain’t get it tinted (skrrt, skrrt)
i live a double life, a superhero and a menace (a murderer)
’cause i stand on business (business), won’t go for nothin’, i’m ignorant (i’m ignorant)
i’m serious (i’m serious), and i’m hittin’ this fully with precision (with precision)
no missin’, jump out with that drac’, gon’ be a k!llin’ (a k!llin’)
my k!ller told me f*ck a ‘cat, go buy him an infiniti (an infiniti)
i left ten racks on the backseat with a note, told him, “go finish” (go get it)
they thought it was over (over) ’cause we evened up that score (that score)
told my k!ller keep on spinnin’ ’til it ain’t even no more (and he go skrrt, skrrt)
told my b*tch i’ma be home late, got a drop on them folks (yeah)
i been crackin’ all them fours (4k), matter fact, it ain’t no more (no way)
man, these n*ggas don’t even be claim they gang, they cliquin’ up with hoes (with hoes)
man, his old ass can’t say (p*ssy), we saw that boy and he froze (shaky n*gga)
you got sent out and what happened? (what happened?) lil’ bruh struck him with that pole
if that pistol wouldn’t have jammed, to this day, yo’ ass would’ve been over (would been over with)
he ain’t even gon’ come to your funeral, boy, that sh*t bad (ha)
but you runnin’ with them p*ssies, when i catch you, that’s yo’ ass (f*ckin’ fall)
he don’t even post his dead homie, man, that sh*t sad (sad)
he keep dissin’ on that net, that’s how i know i got him mad (know i got him mad)
we shot the mouth of his left hand (off)
yeah, yo’ everyday man (uh, uh)
ask that p*ssy how that drac’ feel with them tools up in his ass (up in his ass)
7.62 done hit his ass
ah*ha, go get back (ah, ah)
i’m coolin’ with yo’ b*tch, i got my chop’, bulletproof ‘lac (it’s off)
don’t get caught with your d*ck out (nope), boy, we handin’ out sh*t bags (sh*t bags)
constantly dissin’ on my n*gga (he bold), we dissed him, he can’t diss back (diss back, blrrrd)
read between the lines, ask the streets, these n*ggas dyin’ (they dyin’)
you don’t even gotta post him, we gon’ smoke him ’til we blind (blind)
and you know what’s in my blunt, boy, it’s your nephew every time (ha)
he did all that d*ck ridin’ and yo’ b*tch*ass ain’t even slide (you ain’t even slide)
i swear i love my members, i’m so quick to suit up with ’em (i love my members)
we doa, we stand over sh*t (doa), they skip the hospital (no hospital gang)
straight to the morgue, we k!lled him (k!lled him)
them folks tried to air lift him (air lift him)
we 4se, it’s four switches empty, boy, we overk!lled him (four switches empty)
and i put that on mista (mista) forever pull my trigger (my gun)
forever shoot my gun (forever, forever), ain’t never stand down from no n*gga (forever)
where the dyk*? we shoot figures
i put lean over liquor (liquor)
caught the boy with the same b*tch, he greener than a pickle (a pickle)
thinkin’ with your lil’ head not a good choice, better think bigger (think big, b*tch)
he rich, but 30 richer
they know thirtball more realer (yeah)
[outro]
blrrrd, blrrrd (blrrrd)
free shiesty
blrrrd, blrrrd (free big shiesty)
blrrrd, blrrrd (free them members)
ayy, ayy

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