[BIG30]
(Mmm, Manny cook that shit, uh)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
No pad, no pen shit
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd

Blrrrd, blrrrd, Big Blrrrd

[BIG30]
No postin´ on my block, ayy, you either shoppin´ or servin´
.357 ´cross my lap, just for Mista, we purgin´
We whack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery
He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, "Go get him, it´s urgent"
They put that battery in his back and I ain´t even slide for him
He send a threat from a hospital bed, be quiet, boy
Big boy .45, boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy
Every chain white or rose but this Gucci link my vibe choice

[BIG30 & Lil Durk]
Ayy, you been smokin´? Say some´, get too close, my niggas spray some´
For smokin´, Geno laced him, ´fore he know it, the members faced him
Boy, you were damn near wasted, watch where you drop the location
Did all my lil´ ho up, I got in my lil´ situation, that my lil´ shit
Might fuck out here, that my lil´ bitch
Louis frame, Louis kicks, exclusive gang, Louis V stitch
Got shot so many times and lived (Smurk), call him Lil´ 50 Cent
I had a nine in two years, I miss my Glock 26 (Brrah, let´s get it)

[Lil Durk]

Me and Von was fightin´ our case together, the state had to see our face together (Gang)
Switches go broom-broom, fifty-thousand to stitch his face together (Brrah)
I don´t like Qua´, I like Wock´, Wock´ in the Peach crush because I taste it better (Let´s get it)
Louis belt with a hoodie to hide my dreads and hold my Drac´ together (On gang)
Fightin´ over hits, like where he go? Shit, who chased them better? (Me)
Can´t trust these hoes from nobody hood no more, they backdoor, play together (Bitch)
Me, I gotta keep a gun, I´ll drop my lo´ (Let´s get it), I gotta keep a fund, these killers ´round me (Let´s get it)
Ain´t never gon´ run, if it´s up, then it´s stuck (Let´s get it), and that´s on my son, nigga (Bah)

PPP got you feelin´ yourself, that´s a Cartier, that ain´t no Patek, nigga (Pussy)
Touch two-five hunnid-K, on Pluto grave, I ain´t no average nigga (Grrah)
We done been through shit inside them trenches, you can´t imagine, nigga (Let´s get it)
I´m with the same niggas, we used to hoop on crates inside them alleys, nigga (Man, what?)

[BIG30]
No postin´ on my block, ayy, you either shoppin´ or servin´
.357 ´cross my lap, just for Mista, we purgin´
We whack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery
He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, "Go get him, it´s urgent"
They put that battery in his back and I ain´t even slide for him

He send a threat from a hospital bed, be quiet, boy
Big boy .45, boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy
Every chain white or rose but this Gucci link my vibe choice