BIG30 - Backseat Of The Rolls Truck (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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BIG30 - Backseat Of The Rolls Truck (en) Lyrics
Blrrd, blrrrrd,
blrrrrd, blrrd
Kj made the beat knock
Let's go
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Blrrd, ayy, ayy
Backseat of the rolls truck, keep pouring
up, pint damn near empty
Mo' drank that I pour up the deeper
I get in my feelings
Close range back of the skull,
I lost lil geno accidentally
No opp can say they did it
Pussy gettin' killed
'cause he mention
This rap shit just a image gotta
know that I'm still spinnin'
Never pay for a hit, 30 get
active with them switches
He thought this shit was sweet and
fell a victim of this glizzy
Free preston out the feds they gave
him ten 'cause niggas snitchin'
Ayy, he gotta go
that's on my nigga
One opp so little when he die
he get smoked out a swisher
Certified in these streets I get
shit done, we push the issue
Can't bring that shit to cali, I'm out
here strapped with a millennium
I'm extra drop a bag on your head, kill
you, then buy myself a tesla
Keep hollerin' I'm a rapper, say
that same shit to detective
Chopper gang that's for life pussy
go to war with the devil
Write that over my hearse
next to ksbg forever
Ar-15, glock 19,
7.62, et cetera
Never caught no corona cause
every day sippin' medical
I'm booked up on the weekend but hitting'
they block in my schedule
Got pins on glock bump stock ar's this
shit could send us federal
Gucci shoe, gucci sock, gucci belt
with the gucci letterman
Boy you ain't really trappin' heard
you got rich off a settlement
Lotta niggas don't like me they just
with me cause they scared of me
Shiest' told me to move tighter watch
out for envy and jealousy
They hate me
cause I'm winning lord
Staying dangerous everyday forgive
me as I'm sinning lord
Ain't too many niggas blessed like
me and they still spinning lord
Said ain't too many niggas rich as
me hop out with semi's lord
How they did that last boy remind
me of my last kill
Pussy pulled that stunt in
2015 on his ass still
Snuck 20 percs up on the plane
and the bottle say advil
Flew the set to cali we went
too ham on that last drill
Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd,
blrrd, blrrd
Blrrd
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