Back to Top

BIG30 - Shots Out Da Vette Lyrics

theme

BIG30 - Shots Out Da Vette Lyrics
Official




Come on, let me punch in
Blrrrd
(Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
(Run it back Playboy)
Uh, uh, uh
Ayy, ayy

I got this Glock on me now (Glock on me now)
Six hunnid shots trailin' me (blrrrd)
Got JD, need Wop with me now (Wop with me now)
Investin' in artillery
Each chop got at least sixty rounds (blrrrd)
Catch me sippin' Wock' and servin' Za' (Wock')
Pickup truck full of pounds (full of pounds)
Clutchin' this AR
Hopin' this fully don't buss in my hand (buss in my hand)
When we see that pancake
Bet we flip his lil' bitch ass again (bitch ass again)
Gotta know these hollows hurt
I wish you could go ask ya man (go ask ya man)
And we smoke on opps
I think that last boy was my favorite strand (gas, gas)
All these VVS 'round my neck
You reach, we gon' take off ya hand
I just know you I don't know him
We finna take off ya man (take off ya man)
KSBG, murder, murder
We got more K's than the clan (K's than the clan)
T-shirt gang we put niggas on shirt
We turn shit to a brand
BIG30, big nuts, we tote big guns
No nigga playin' with me
Know my son look up to me
So them choppas they stayin' with me (they stayin' with me)
You really a ho
You really wanna shake the hand with me (shake hands with ne)
And I f*cked yo' baby mama
Yo' lil' girl a fan of me (A fan)
Coulda been my baby mama
But you know the plan was B (the plan)
Sent some shots then ran from me (he ran)
Chase you in this 6.4
From Getwell to White Sandy Street (skrrt, he ran from me)
On the block we playin' for keeps
Lovin' thots you layin' with freaks (you layin' with freaks)
Draco with the wood and the brown grip
We call it Sandy Cheeks (it Sandy Cheeks)
Brand new Glock from out of V.A. Had to cop me a .45 (Glock)
Big .223 with the sniper scope and it came with four clips
One more Percocet it's over
Better not pop not one more pill
Free PG he spit on yo' big homie and chase you off Beale (Facts)
You gotta get to a kill if you wanna be the set
You gotta go on a drill and we send shots at the neck (blrrrd)
Headshot gang, keep on ya vest
Free Preston. Learn from the best
If you see that C8 in yo' city (skrrrt)
It's shots in the 'Vette (my 'Vette, skrrrt)
You know it's shots out the 'Vette (blrrrd)
Hunnid some' shots in the Vette
Blrrrd, blrrrd (skrrrt)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Come on, let me punch in
Blrrrd
(Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
(Run it back Playboy)
Uh, uh, uh
Ayy, ayy

I got this Glock on me now (Glock on me now)
Six hunnid shots trailin' me (blrrrd)
Got JD, need Wop with me now (Wop with me now)
Investin' in artillery
Each chop got at least sixty rounds (blrrrd)
Catch me sippin' Wock' and servin' Za' (Wock')
Pickup truck full of pounds (full of pounds)
Clutchin' this AR
Hopin' this fully don't buss in my hand (buss in my hand)
When we see that pancake
Bet we flip his lil' bitch ass again (bitch ass again)
Gotta know these hollows hurt
I wish you could go ask ya man (go ask ya man)
And we smoke on opps
I think that last boy was my favorite strand (gas, gas)
All these VVS 'round my neck
You reach, we gon' take off ya hand
I just know you I don't know him
We finna take off ya man (take off ya man)
KSBG, murder, murder
We got more K's than the clan (K's than the clan)
T-shirt gang we put niggas on shirt
We turn shit to a brand
BIG30, big nuts, we tote big guns
No nigga playin' with me
Know my son look up to me
So them choppas they stayin' with me (they stayin' with me)
You really a ho
You really wanna shake the hand with me (shake hands with ne)
And I f*cked yo' baby mama
Yo' lil' girl a fan of me (A fan)
Coulda been my baby mama
But you know the plan was B (the plan)
Sent some shots then ran from me (he ran)
Chase you in this 6.4
From Getwell to White Sandy Street (skrrt, he ran from me)
On the block we playin' for keeps
Lovin' thots you layin' with freaks (you layin' with freaks)
Draco with the wood and the brown grip
We call it Sandy Cheeks (it Sandy Cheeks)
Brand new Glock from out of V.A. Had to cop me a .45 (Glock)
Big .223 with the sniper scope and it came with four clips
One more Percocet it's over
Better not pop not one more pill
Free PG he spit on yo' big homie and chase you off Beale (Facts)
You gotta get to a kill if you wanna be the set
You gotta go on a drill and we send shots at the neck (blrrrd)
Headshot gang, keep on ya vest
Free Preston. Learn from the best
If you see that C8 in yo' city (skrrrt)
It's shots in the 'Vette (my 'Vette, skrrrt)
You know it's shots out the 'Vette (blrrrd)
Hunnid some' shots in the Vette
Blrrrd, blrrrd (skrrrt)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Elijah Gull, James Danson, Justin Hardaway
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
LyricFind

Back to: BIG30




BIG30 Shots Out Da Vette Video

Tags:
No tags yet