Neighbors (feat. BIG30)

Lyrics: BIG30/Christian Morris/Lontrell Williams Music: BIG30/Christian Morris/Lontrell Williams Big brr, brr Ayy 30, ayy, ayy, 30 Yeah The chopper stay so close to me that you'd think we neighbors This ***** not what he 'posed to be, 'cause his momma raised him We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him Yeah, I'm a real gangster, did some shit you can't rehearse My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed Every time we get the drops, I'm the one who gon' scope it first Own many cars, they go so fast that it came with some [?] I go get free shit out the store, 'cause I'm ****in' the clerk He was talkin' gangster on the net 'til we found where he work I can get you whacked for a lil' cash or a couple of percs Took a nigga pole, "Sheisty, why you do that though?" Ayy, I'm from South Memphis, we brought up in gorilla mode If you don't deserve it or won't shoot it, we gon' let 'em know I'm tryna break down a Cuban, and had me some GG4, let's go Thought we was gon' ride the SRT, I got that whole [?] We just threw a party on your block and didn't even clean the guns I'm smokin' exotic 'til the foul, I'ma burn my lung I'm havin' choc-latto mixed with pounds, one-fifteen the drop The chopper stay so close to me that you'd think we neighbors This ***** not what he 'posed to be, 'cause his momma raised him We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him Yeah, I'm a real gangster, did some shit you can't rehearse My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed Every time we get the drops, I'm the one who gon' scope it first I'm in the field with choppers, you can't come up on this turf And I'm from Killbranch, we known for killin' killers first A customized chopper, thought I scratched him with a Nerf I'm startin' to slide, and I shot my third victim out a vert I had a Glock 'fore I lost my virginity, these niggas envy me Hundred shots out my Infinity, my opps remember me Fifteen shots in my FN, I call this ***** my mini me ***** talkin' 'bout matching energy, ******* be killin' me, let's go **** comin' from where the Spurs play, I'm where the birds play I just ran a [?] in these [?] but my third play Reach for these VV's, we let off shots right where the turns be Lost me out on Tuesday so we pop back out on Thursday The chopper stay so close to me that you'd think we neighbors This ***** not what he 'posed to be, 'cause his momma raised him We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him Yeah, I'm a real gangster, did some shit you can't rehearse My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed Every time we get the drops, I'm the one who gon' scope it first Brr