BIG30 - Neighborhood Heroes lyrics

(Red Dead so fu*kin' bumpin' bruh) {Chains clattering} (Turn me up, YC!) {Inhale smoke} (Think we found a Loophole) (Go, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd) {Dee Mula} (Damn!) Can’t seem to keep no b*tch Cause hoes say I’m too bougie I do too much I told the opps I be on point They hit the block We flip the truck Just bought a Cartier Two watches on My sh*t just hittin' up I’m smokin' gas, fill me up Poppin' percs just to heal me up Couple ni**as tried to play with me Bet they won’t play no more (Doo doo doo!) ni**as snakes, I can see it in their face They just be playing their role I’m surrounded by killas My ni**as wipe ni**as nose (Huh?!) fu*k around, wipe a ni**a ass (Come here!) Crack a ni**a head bout’ that cash (Doo doo doo!) I can’t let up on my opps So whеn we catch em’, we might chasе em’ home (Come here!) Better not let him slide, he gotta die All my ni**as gone Just blew bout’ 50 racks today Broke out them racks today And I ain't never been the computer type But I got that Mac today (Ah!! Doo doo doo!) {Big 30} Wasn't gone take that lil b*tch down Until I popped that percocet (Until I popped that percocet) Percocet, be perfect sex Exotic Glocks, these Glocks 'n sh*t (This Glock look like a Nerf) Just chopped sh*t with Hennessey 'Fore they bought me that purple 'Vette. (Skrrt, skrrt) And yes I’m known for totin' Glocks Wackin' hawk, b*tch we murkin' sh*t (Blrrd, blrrd) Came up with the same ni**as Smokin' dope, poppin' pain killas Bet they know my name, ni**a 30 shot to your brain ni**a (Blrrd) Stop actin' like a b*tch speakin on Wax You need to change up (You need to change up) Big Body AMG 63 I'm a lane switcher (Skrrt, I'm a lane switcher) Blrrrd CGE, pussy I'm CEO (Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd) Better not give my cash to no man I’m the one gone up the score (Bet I up the score) I’m the one gonna lay down with them ants 'Til you come out your door (Come get up off the floor) Bout my cash, i’m at your throat (Oh!) Thirteen shots, the baddest hoes (Oh, ohhhhh!) {Pooh Shiesty} (Aye!) I fu*k with this gangsta hoe She's killed before, I’m lovin' det Exotic Glocks, we tote the best Best not come around with a Tec Drop a bag, find where he hidin' I send my lil' ones where he at (Aye, where he at?) I’m the first one rich out my apartments I just noticed that (I just noticed that) Been drawin' guns since a kid Fast forward, it led to this (It led to this) They label me certified (Certified) I’m too legit with the sticks (With the sticks) Can’t be scared to take a life We already taking risks (Takin' sh*t) Four shots and two people died When we slide I never miss (Never Miss/On god!) Aye, we ain’t wastin' bullets b*tch we shoot to kill (For real!) I still got gun powder on me I’m fresh off a drill (For real!) Don’t know bout other rappers Me and 30 spittin' for real (Blrrd) Big Shiesty for President I need my own dollar bill (Yo!) Mane, why am I still slidin' I spose to be in the Hills (The Hills/Haha!) SRT get to slidin' I control it, I'm havin' skills (Let's go) Droppin bodies ain’t nothin' Every new one give me a thrill (Blrrd) Ain’t no retaliation I'ma slide first (Let's go) Choppa Gang that’s for life Tell 'em write that over my hearse (My hearse) Could never stack me a ten Now it cost that much for a verse (My verse) Finger-fu*kin' the Glizzy I sit back and watch her squirt (Squirt, squirt) He died before he could see the doctor He couldn’t get a nurse (Nope!) (Blrrd, ni**a/he couldn't get a nurse, blrrd) (Yea yea, yea yea, blrrd blrrd)