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BIG30 - News Gang Lyrics



BIG30 - News Gang Lyrics
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Blrrrd, blrrrd
Big Blrrrd
News gang, news (ayy, Gualo made this)

Fox 13, I rep that News Gang, know we get shit killed (murder, murder, murder)
Pull up on the car side (car side), hundred shots, he got his shit flipped (blrrrd)
Choppa Gang forever, stick together like a granny quilt (Choppa, together)
Ayy, we don't smoke no Grammy (no), we stuffed the Backwoods up with three-fifth (three-five)
Ayy, you ain't kill nobody, pussy, you ain't got no gun (no, no)
You ain't never stood over shit, you don't make niggas run (never, never, never)
You don't ride 'round with them Dracs all night 'til we see the sun (at all)
You don't step on shit for real (nah), you don't really get shit done (on God)

Ayy, I'm in your city, black Hellcat driftin' (driftin')
CTS-V, truck lifted (it's lifted)
I'm in a Demon, twistin' (hmm, hmm)
Bad bitch front seat holdin' that glizzy (that glizzy)
Left wrist on glacier, glistenin' (it's glistenin')
Look too hard, they ass get dizzy (ice)
I ain't killed a nigga ass in a minute (in a minute)
Feelin' washed up, finna start back sinnin' (sinnin')
Nigga lost out here, tryna start back winnin' (winnin')
Give it up, lil' bruh, you finished (ha)
Pull up, Lamb' truck, who in it? (Skrrt)
Know I keep another nigga bitch with me (on God)
Say she only like niggas with money (what?)
Ho, look, Thirtball got plenty (got plenty)
Last nigga played with me, he vanished (he vanished)
Got a Glock with a switch and this ho speak Spanish (blrrrd)

Fox 13, I rep that News Gang, know we get shit killed (murder, murder, murder)
Pull up on the car side (car side), hundred shots, he got his shit flipped (blrrrd)
Choppa Gang forever, stick together like a granny quilt (Choppa, together)
Ayy, we don't smoke no Grammy (no), we stuffed the Backwoods up with three-fifth (three-five)
Ayy, you ain't kill nobody, pussy, you ain't got no gun (no, no)
You ain't never stood over shit, you don't make niggas run (never, never, never)
You don't ride 'round with them Dracs all night 'til we see the sun (at all)
You don't step on shit for real (nah), you don't really get shit done (on God)

These niggas envy my campaign (envy), tryna sink the whole ship (ship)
Put that box on his lil' bitch ass, blrrrd, empty the whole clip (clip)
When you walk up in my house, got a box (come here), leave your clothes here (right there)
Leave your phone with them members (them members), when we f*ck, ho, disappear (disappear)
Don't understand, ho, listen here (look here)
I gotta have that head, I done been in more mouth than beer (than beer)
I got a natural red bitch, thick as f*ck, pussy pure (she pure)
She knowin' that I'm f*cked up, fly with switches on alert (a jit)
Pull my car straight to the jet, no, I ain't goin' through no clearance (yeah)
No, I can't go through TSA (no)
I call my shooter Simon 'cause he shoot at what I say (right now)
Know he get the assignment 'cause he shoot shit broad day
Left Draco at the house, pop out full-body black K (right now)
Hellcats and shell catchers (Hellcats), boy, you better not make us catch ya (uh)
They'll kill you off the street, but shit die faster 'bout that paper (that pape')
F*cked your bitch, let me tape her (tape her)
I'm cuttin' shit like a razor (a razor)
And no, this not a red beam (no), this Glock came with a laser (a laser)

Fox 13, I rep that News Gang, know we get shit killed (murder, murder, murder)
Pull up on the car side (car side), hundred shots, he got his shit flipped (blrrrd)
Choppa Gang forever, stick together like a granny quilt (Choppa, together)
Ayy, we don't smoke no Grammy (no), we stuffed the Backwoods up with three-fifth (three-five)
Ayy, you ain't kill nobody, pussy, you ain't got no gun (no, no)
You ain't never stood over shit, you don't make niggas run (never, never, never)
You don't ride 'round with them Dracs all night 'til we see the sun (at all)
You don't step on shit for real (nah), you don't really get shit done (on God)

(Ayy, Gualo made this)
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Blrrrd, blrrrd
Big Blrrrd
News gang, news (ayy, Gualo made this)

Fox 13, I rep that News Gang, know we get shit killed (murder, murder, murder)
Pull up on the car side (car side), hundred shots, he got his shit flipped (blrrrd)
Choppa Gang forever, stick together like a granny quilt (Choppa, together)
Ayy, we don't smoke no Grammy (no), we stuffed the Backwoods up with three-fifth (three-five)
Ayy, you ain't kill nobody, pussy, you ain't got no gun (no, no)
You ain't never stood over shit, you don't make niggas run (never, never, never)
You don't ride 'round with them Dracs all night 'til we see the sun (at all)
You don't step on shit for real (nah), you don't really get shit done (on God)

Ayy, I'm in your city, black Hellcat driftin' (driftin')
CTS-V, truck lifted (it's lifted)
I'm in a Demon, twistin' (hmm, hmm)
Bad bitch front seat holdin' that glizzy (that glizzy)
Left wrist on glacier, glistenin' (it's glistenin')
Look too hard, they ass get dizzy (ice)
I ain't killed a nigga ass in a minute (in a minute)
Feelin' washed up, finna start back sinnin' (sinnin')
Nigga lost out here, tryna start back winnin' (winnin')
Give it up, lil' bruh, you finished (ha)
Pull up, Lamb' truck, who in it? (Skrrt)
Know I keep another nigga bitch with me (on God)
Say she only like niggas with money (what?)
Ho, look, Thirtball got plenty (got plenty)
Last nigga played with me, he vanished (he vanished)
Got a Glock with a switch and this ho speak Spanish (blrrrd)

Fox 13, I rep that News Gang, know we get shit killed (murder, murder, murder)
Pull up on the car side (car side), hundred shots, he got his shit flipped (blrrrd)
Choppa Gang forever, stick together like a granny quilt (Choppa, together)
Ayy, we don't smoke no Grammy (no), we stuffed the Backwoods up with three-fifth (three-five)
Ayy, you ain't kill nobody, pussy, you ain't got no gun (no, no)
You ain't never stood over shit, you don't make niggas run (never, never, never)
You don't ride 'round with them Dracs all night 'til we see the sun (at all)
You don't step on shit for real (nah), you don't really get shit done (on God)

These niggas envy my campaign (envy), tryna sink the whole ship (ship)
Put that box on his lil' bitch ass, blrrrd, empty the whole clip (clip)
When you walk up in my house, got a box (come here), leave your clothes here (right there)
Leave your phone with them members (them members), when we f*ck, ho, disappear (disappear)
Don't understand, ho, listen here (look here)
I gotta have that head, I done been in more mouth than beer (than beer)
I got a natural red bitch, thick as f*ck, pussy pure (she pure)
She knowin' that I'm f*cked up, fly with switches on alert (a jit)
Pull my car straight to the jet, no, I ain't goin' through no clearance (yeah)
No, I can't go through TSA (no)
I call my shooter Simon 'cause he shoot at what I say (right now)
Know he get the assignment 'cause he shoot shit broad day
Left Draco at the house, pop out full-body black K (right now)
Hellcats and shell catchers (Hellcats), boy, you better not make us catch ya (uh)
They'll kill you off the street, but shit die faster 'bout that paper (that pape')
F*cked your bitch, let me tape her (tape her)
I'm cuttin' shit like a razor (a razor)
And no, this not a red beam (no), this Glock came with a laser (a laser)

Fox 13, I rep that News Gang, know we get shit killed (murder, murder, murder)
Pull up on the car side (car side), hundred shots, he got his shit flipped (blrrrd)
Choppa Gang forever, stick together like a granny quilt (Choppa, together)
Ayy, we don't smoke no Grammy (no), we stuffed the Backwoods up with three-fifth (three-five)
Ayy, you ain't kill nobody, pussy, you ain't got no gun (no, no)
You ain't never stood over shit, you don't make niggas run (never, never, never)
You don't ride 'round with them Dracs all night 'til we see the sun (at all)
You don't step on shit for real (nah), you don't really get shit done (on God)

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Writer: Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.

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