Mista Songtext

Them members near soon as you hear that sound
I been pistol toting since fourteen
Picked it up and ain’t it put it down
Fo’ they cut my name down to Big 30
I was 30 round
Don’t do no cappin’, we get active
Opp knows how that thirty sound
Pussy told me fuck my nigga to my face I couldn’t believe it
Nigga know ion play one to the face he must thought I was Jeezy
Big nigga with pointers on
Hit ya’ block in a bent like Peezy
And I’m really gon’ step on some
Go ask lil one breathing ain’t easy (nope)
Ion give a fuck bout 'nun (nope)
I could’ve been went Lamb
I spent a urus truck on buttons
Take care my killas on a daily get whatever gun
We spin they block for fun
Bet Big 30 don’t play for nun
I been thuggin’ that’s on my son I been spinnin’ that’s on Tae Tae
I be with murderers and robbers
Bitch that’s everyday
Come from that yeah
Bitch I’m project baby lil Section 8
Rock shit to bed
I come from king gate first 48
We pop it off shoot shit on tape
I done witnessed niggas buy bitches shit they won’t buy they man’s
And I’m on Memphis shit
I might show ya love
But won’t show my hand
Murda’ from the crest
But this shit in blood
That’s for sho’ my man
And soon they post that bond
Go break the bank, take Arthur Horne them bandz
Palm sweaty, Glock heavy, bond ready
Nigga got me fucked up
Back shot arm shot rib cracked
Aite then shut up
40 nights 40 days slinging K’s
I bet not let up
CGE forever stand on wax
They gone respect us
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
It stand for nun else
Putting on for Mista cause my nigga he was some else

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