BIG30 - Charlotte Freestyle Lyrics

(Mmm, Manny)
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Free Sheisty
Big Blrrrd

Sick of smokin' this dead ass nigga, fuck the past
Speakin' up on my nigga so don't ask me how he passed
This fake gangsta shit be cool to a nigga get on yo' ass
Eighty racks up on me now big ol' .40 a extra mag
Got rich off Glad bags, quick to send ya ho to the store
Go get the J, get fresh just to post up and sell my dope
Might park the C8 in the hood and go rock out a show
I'm the type of nigga when it's hot wear Moncler like it's cold

Mane fuck all of these hoes, ayy, these bitches just want my earnings
Most of these bitches broke, damn near all of these bitches burnin'
Seen my money start to slow up, yo' back quickly start to turnin'
Now I'm up again and you back in my face talm' 'bout I earned it
I get money with the dealer, hang with killers love the takers
Just po'd a four sittin' on the flo' on the West coast watchin' the Lakers
I threw a Perc' back with no drink hit the Wock' raw like it's a chaser
Every time I think ,bout goin' broke I go buy me another acre

Sick of smokin' this dead ass nigga, fuck the past
Speakin' up on my nigga so don't ask me how he passed
This fake gangsta shit be cool to a nigga get on yo' ass
Eighty racks up on me now big ol' .40 a extra mag
Got rich off Glad bags, quick to send ya ho to the store
Go get the J, get fresh just to post up and sell my dope
Might park the C8 in the hood and go rock out a show
I'm the type of nigga when it's hot wear Moncler like it's cold

What you know 'bout six attempts and 'bout four bodies in one summer?
Stay with killas, Glocks and choppas every state, that's on my mama
Bank account got seven numbers, one decimal and two commas
When you see me you see money, guns, a lot of marijuana
Can't forget Percs and Keshana, and Wock' part of my persona
Left the house in my VLONE shirt, take off that cheap ass jumper
That shit make me look bad, huh, bae, here go some lil' cash
Go shoppin' and stop by the hood, bring me a ounce of gas

Sick of smokin' this dead ass nigga, fuck the past
Speakin' up on my nigga so don't ask me how he passed
This fake gangsta shit be cool to a nigga get on yo' ass
Eighty racks up on me now big ol' .40 a extra mag
Got rich off Glad bags, quick to send ya ho to the store
Go get the J, get fresh just to post up and sell my dope
Might park the C8 in the hood and go rock out a show
I'm the type of nigga when it's hot wear Moncler like it's cold

Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd