BIG30 - Protest (Lyrics)

BIG30 - Protest (Lyrics)
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BIG30 "Protest" Lyrics:
See, I'm really on some fuck everybody shit, nigga
Every nigga can get it, nigga
I don't wanna hear shit, nigga, I don't wanna talk
I ain't never wanna talk, nigga
And you know we stand on all 10, step with a motor, nigga
And you know why I feel hurt, nigga, free my nigga
Brr, brr
Ayy, brr
Them members ain't duckin' no wreck (no wreck)
Ain't no way you looking for me
Catch me where your ho at (your ho at)
Forty bottles sent to my section, that got your ho wet (on God)
And that's just to pop shit while I sip Wock', pour out the Moët (on God)
Ayy, where that dope at?
I been that nigga back in school
Fucked my teacher at Vo Tech (at Vo Tech)
Don't give no fuck about no ho
Nod off quick and I slow text (fasT)
Can't just say you my bitch first
The ho gotta pass the throat test (the throat test)
Steady screaming Free Shiesty like I'm tryna start a protest (lil' prostest)
Don't try me, I come from that block
Hey, my name BIG30, but I tote nothin' less than 60 shots
I just hit 'em with the switch, don't touch that boy, that glizzy hot
Caught a back shot from that Drac', know them 6.2's left that boy pissy hot
Poured a eight with Uncle Dre but I call that boy Uncle Drank
Bought all the BAPE in the sto' 'cause I buy a pint everyday
What's a hunnid racks times thirty? The answer in my bank
Ain't never need a gang just to turn up by myself, I'ma crank
Ayy, brr
By myself I'ma crank
Ain't never needed gang for shit, by myself I'ma blank
Niggas say I'm a walkin' lick, try your luck with a tank
'Cause I'ma blow this off the rip, turn your head to some dank
Hit a nigga block, walk down on a nigga
Big .308, put a switch on a nickel
And I be on the block with them pounds dismiss 'em
20 racks on your head, BIG30 gonna get him
A whole lot of money and a whole lot of killas
A whole lot of bodies, big nuts big pistol
Turn 'em to a pack, throw the gun in the river
Add a nigga to the score, they was up, we killed 'em
Bitch, we trap hard, we ain't doing no fraud
Crack me a four-four, I crack me a card
Shiesty on the way, he comin' out hard
Nigga play crazy, he back on the yard
Free Murda Murda he rocking the pod
Shank in his draw, so it's shots in the pod
Got a choppa that's louder than Nene
But that ho the same size as Lil Rod
(AJ, let the beat ride)