Lyrics Shots Out Da Vette - BIG30

Brr brr brr (run it back Playboy)
Ay ay
I got this Glock on me now, 600 shots trailing me
Got Jadene walk with me now
Investing in artillery
Each chop got at least 60 rounds
Catch me sippin′ wok and serving Za, pick up truck full of pounds
Clutching this AR hoping this fully don't buss in my hand
When we see that pancake bet we flip his lil′ bitch ass again
Gotta know these hollows hurt I wish you could go ask ya man
And we smoke on opps I think that last boy was my favorite strand
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
KSBG murder murder we got more 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 gun no nigga playing with me
Know my son look up to me so them choppas they staying with me
You really a hoe you really wanna shake the hand of me
And I fucked yo' baby mama yo′ lil' girl a fan of me
Coulda been my baby mama but you know the plan was B
Sent some shots then ran from me
Chase you in this 6.4 from Getwell to White Sandy Street
On the block we playing for keeps
Loving thots you laying with freaks
Draco with the wood and the brown grip we call it Sandy Cheeks
Brand new glock from VA had to cop me a 45
Big 223 with the sniper scope and it came with 4 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
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
Headshot gang keep on ya vest
Free Preston learn from the best
If you see that C8 in yo city it′s shots in the Vette
You know it's shots out the Vette
100 some shots in the Vette
Blrrrd blrrrd