ฟังเพลงNeighbors (feat. BIG30)

Neighbors (feat. BIG30) - Pooh Shiesty/BIG30

Lyrics by：BIG30|Christian Morris|Lontrell Williams

Big blrrrd ayy blrrrd

Ayy 30

Ayy ayy ayy 30

Get 'em blrrrd

The chopper stay so close to me that

You would think we neighbors we close like neighbors

That not what he 'posed to be

'Cause his mama raised him 'cause his mama raised him

We had a clear shot on his head

But I think God saved him I think God saved him

You never walked up hit your man

You probably never grazed him you ain't shiesty

Ayy I'm a real gangster

Did some you can't rehearse uh huh

My pockets used to hurt

Now I get racks to spit a verse blrrrd blrrrd

God blessed me with some accuracy on the day

I was birthed thank the Lord for my aim

Every time we get the drops

I'm the one who go scope it first blrrrd blrrrd

I'm in this car that go so fast

That it came with some merch

Skrrt skrrt skrrt

I go get free out the store

'Cause I'm the clerk

'Cause I'm on the clerk

You was talkin' gangster on the 'net

'Til we found where you work

'Til we found out where you work

I can get you whacked for a lil'

Cash or a couple of percs

A couple percocet

Took a pole

Shiesty why you do that though

I don't know

Ayy I'm from south memphis

We brought up in gorilla mode

For sure for sure

If you don't deserve it or won't shoot it

We gon' let 'em know

We gotta let 'em know

I'm tryna break down a cuban

And add me some GG4 let's go

Thought we was gon' ride the SRT

I got that ho a lift

We just threw a party on your block

And didn't include the gift

It didn't come with gifts

I'm smokin' exotic 'til the fire

I almost burned my lip

I'm havin' chocolato mixed with pie h*e

One fifteen a zip

The chopper stay so close to me

That you would think we neighbors

We close like neighbors

That not what he 'posed to be

'Cause his mama raised him

'Cause his mama raised him

We had a clear shot on his head

But I think God saved him

I think God saved him

You never walked up hit your man

You probably never grazed him you ain't shiesty

Ayy I'm a real gangster

Did some you can't rehearse uh huh

My pockets used to hurt

Now I get racks to spit a verse blrrrd blrrrd

God blessed me with some accuracy on the day

I was birthed thank the Lord for my aim

Every time we get the drops

I'm the one who go scope it first blrrrd blrrrd

I'm in the field with choppers

You can't come up on this turf you not on this turf

And I'm from killbranch

We known for killin' killers first

We chopped 'em first

A customized chopper thought I scratched him

With a nerf blrrrd blrrrd

I'm startin' to slide and I shot my third

Victim out a 'vert blrrrd

I had a glock 'fore I lost my virginity

Envy me that glizzy

Hundred shots out my infiniti

My opps remember me 250s

Fifteen shots in my fn

I call this my mini me blrrrd

Talkin' 'bout matching energy

Be killin' me let's go

D**e comin' from where the spurs play

I'm where the birds play loud

I just ran up thirty and this ain't

But my third play wow

Reach for these VV's we let off shots right

Where the tourists play the crowd

Narcs be out on Tuesday so we pop back out on Thursday

Skrrt skrrt skrrt

The chopper stay so close to me

That you would think we neighbors we close like neighbors

That not what he 'posed to be

'Cause his mama raised him 'cause his mama raised him

We had a clear shot on his head

But I think God saved him I think God saved him

You never walked up hit your man

You probably never grazed him you ain't shiesty

Ayy I'm a real gangster

Did some you can't rehearse uh huh

My pockets used to hurt

Now I get racks to spit a verse blrrrd blrrrd

God blessed me with some accuracy on the day

I was birthed thank the Lord for my aim

Every time we get the drops

I'm the one who go scope it first blrrrd blrrrd

Blrrrd