Them switches, glizzys (nothin' else)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (David, wake up)
Big blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd stand for them switches nigga
Big blrrrd
Long live Mista nigga
(Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Big blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, blrrrd (blrrrd)
Them members near soon as you hear that sound
I been pistol totin' since fourteen (pistol totin')
Picked it up and ain't it put it down (ain't puttin' it down)
Fo' they cut my name down to BIG30, I was 30 Round (ayy, I was 30 Round)
Don't do no cappin', we get active (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Opp knows how that thirty sound
Pussy told me f*ck my nigga to my face
I couldn't believe it
Nigga know I'on't play one to the face (blrrrd)
He must thought I was Jeezy (he took one to the eye)
Big nigga with pointers on
Hit ya block in the Bent' like Peezy
And I'm really gon' step on some'
Go ask lil' one, breathin' ain't easy (nope)
I'on't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' (nope)
I could've been went Lamb'
I spinned the Urus truck on buttons
Take care my killas on a daily get whatever gun
We spin they block for fun (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Bet BIG30 don't play for nothin'
I been thuggin', that's on my son
I been spinnin', that's on Tae Tae (that's on Tadoe)
I be with murderers and robbers
Bitch that's everyday (when I say so)
Come from that, yeah
Bitch, I'ma project baby, lil' Section 8
Rock shit to bed
I come from King Gate, First 48
We pop it off shoot shit on tape
I done witnessed niggas buy bitches shit
They won't buy they mans (ayy, that shit sad)
And I'm on Memphis shit
I might show ya love but won't show my hand
Murderer from the crest
But this shit in blood
That's fo' sho' my man
And soon as they post that bond
Go break the bank, take Arthur Horne them bands
Palm sweaty, Glock heavy, bond ready
Nigga got me f*cked up (blrrrd)
Back shot, arm shot, rib cracked
Aight then shut up (blrrrd-blrrrd)
Forty nights, forty days slingin' K's
I bet not let up (blrrrd)
C-G-E forever stand on wax
They gone respect us (I'm CEO)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
It stand for nothin' else
Puttin' on for Mista
'Cause my nigga he was some else
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, b-blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Big blrrrd, blrrrd
Mista Video (MV)
Performed By: BIG30
From Album: King Of Killbranch
Written by: David Morse, Rodney Wright, Tiquan Pryor
BIG30 - Mista Lyrics
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Them switches, glizzys (nothin' else)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (David, wake up)
Big blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd stand for them switches nigga
Big blrrrd
Long live Mista nigga
(Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Big blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, blrrrd (blrrrd)
Them members near soon as you hear that sound
I been pistol totin' since fourteen (pistol totin')
Picked it up and ain't it put it down (ain't puttin' it down)
Fo' they cut my name down to BIG30, I was 30 Round (ayy, I was 30 Round)
Don't do no cappin', we get active (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Opp knows how that thirty sound
Pussy told me f*ck my nigga to my face
I couldn't believe it
Nigga know I'on't play one to the face (blrrrd)
He must thought I was Jeezy (he took one to the eye)
Big nigga with pointers on
Hit ya block in the Bent' like Peezy
And I'm really gon' step on some'
Go ask lil' one, breathin' ain't easy (nope)
I'on't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' (nope)
I could've been went Lamb'
I spinned the Urus truck on buttons
Take care my killas on a daily get whatever gun
We spin they block for fun (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Bet BIG30 don't play for nothin'
I been thuggin', that's on my son
I been spinnin', that's on Tae Tae (that's on Tadoe)
I be with murderers and robbers
Bitch that's everyday (when I say so)
Come from that, yeah
Bitch, I'ma project baby, lil' Section 8
Rock shit to bed
I come from King Gate, First 48
We pop it off shoot shit on tape
I done witnessed niggas buy bitches shit
They won't buy they mans (ayy, that shit sad)
And I'm on Memphis shit
I might show ya love but won't show my hand
Murderer from the crest
But this shit in blood
That's fo' sho' my man
And soon as they post that bond
Go break the bank, take Arthur Horne them bands
Palm sweaty, Glock heavy, bond ready
Nigga got me f*cked up (blrrrd)
Back shot, arm shot, rib cracked
Aight then shut up (blrrrd-blrrrd)
Forty nights, forty days slingin' K's
I bet not let up (blrrrd)
C-G-E forever stand on wax
They gone respect us (I'm CEO)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
It stand for nothin' else
Puttin' on for Mista
'Cause my nigga he was some else
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, b-blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Big blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (David, wake up)
Big blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd stand for them switches nigga
Big blrrrd
Long live Mista nigga
(Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Big blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, blrrrd (blrrrd)
Them members near soon as you hear that sound
I been pistol totin' since fourteen (pistol totin')
Picked it up and ain't it put it down (ain't puttin' it down)
Fo' they cut my name down to BIG30, I was 30 Round (ayy, I was 30 Round)
Don't do no cappin', we get active (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Opp knows how that thirty sound
Pussy told me f*ck my nigga to my face
I couldn't believe it
Nigga know I'on't play one to the face (blrrrd)
He must thought I was Jeezy (he took one to the eye)
Big nigga with pointers on
Hit ya block in the Bent' like Peezy
And I'm really gon' step on some'
Go ask lil' one, breathin' ain't easy (nope)
I'on't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' (nope)
I could've been went Lamb'
I spinned the Urus truck on buttons
Take care my killas on a daily get whatever gun
We spin they block for fun (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Bet BIG30 don't play for nothin'
I been thuggin', that's on my son
I been spinnin', that's on Tae Tae (that's on Tadoe)
I be with murderers and robbers
Bitch that's everyday (when I say so)
Come from that, yeah
Bitch, I'ma project baby, lil' Section 8
Rock shit to bed
I come from King Gate, First 48
We pop it off shoot shit on tape
I done witnessed niggas buy bitches shit
They won't buy they mans (ayy, that shit sad)
And I'm on Memphis shit
I might show ya love but won't show my hand
Murderer from the crest
But this shit in blood
That's fo' sho' my man
And soon as they post that bond
Go break the bank, take Arthur Horne them bands
Palm sweaty, Glock heavy, bond ready
Nigga got me f*cked up (blrrrd)
Back shot, arm shot, rib cracked
Aight then shut up (blrrrd-blrrrd)
Forty nights, forty days slingin' K's
I bet not let up (blrrrd)
C-G-E forever stand on wax
They gone respect us (I'm CEO)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
It stand for nothin' else
Puttin' on for Mista
'Cause my nigga he was some else
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, b-blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Big blrrrd, blrrrd
Writer: David Morse, Rodney Wright, Tiquan Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
