BIG30 – Charlotte Freestyle Lyrics

BIG30 Charlotte Freestyle Lyrics

Sick of smoking this dead ass n****
Fuck the past
Speaking up on my n**** so don’t ask me how he passed
This fake gangsta shit be cool to a n**** get on yo ass
80 racks up on me now big ole 40 a extra mag
Got rich on glad bags quick to send ya hoe to the store
Go get the J’s 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 n**** when it’s hot wear no clear like it’s cold

Mane fuck all of these hoes mane these bitches just want my earnings
Most of these bitches broke damn near all of these bitches burning
Seen my money start to slow up yo back quickly start to turning
Now I’m up again and you back in my face tumb bout I earned it
I get money with the dealer hang with killers love the takers
Just po’d a 4 sitting on the flo’ on the west coast watching the lakers
I threw a perc back with no drink hit the wock raw like it’s a chaser
Everytime I think bout going broke I go but me another acre

Sick of smoking this dead ass n****
Fuck the past
Speaking up on my n**** so don’t ask me how he passed
This fake gangsta shit be cool to a n**** get on yo ass
80 racks up on me now big ole 40 a extra mag
Got rich on glad bags quick to send ya hoe to the store
Go get the J’s 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 n**** when it’s hot wear no clear like it’s cold

What you know bout 6 attempts and bout 4 bodies in one summer
Stay with killas blocks and choppas every state that’s on my mama
Bank account got 7 numbers one decimal and two commas
When you see me you see money guns a lot of marijuana
Can’t forget perks 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 shopping and stop by the hood bring me a ounce of gas

Sick of smoking this dead ass n****
Fuck the past
Speaking up on my n**** so don’t ask me how he passed
This fake gangsta shit be cool to a n**** get on yo ass
80 racks up on me now big ole 40 a extra mag
Got rich on glad bags quick to send ya hoe to the store
Go get the J’s 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 n**** when it’s hot wear no clear like it’s cold

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  • Written by: Imanuel Cooper, Rodney Wright
  • Album: Last Man Standing
  • Released: 2022