BIG30 - Too Official Lyrics

Blrrrd, blrrrd
Let's go
Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ran outta Wocky in the city, now I'm Tris'ing (now I'm sippin' Tris)
Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet' not drop a penny)
Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (Renni)
Finna go shoot to L.A. And see my new ho, she play tennis (my new ho, she play tennis)
I been spinnin' (I spin), too official, ask my city (ask my city)
Got that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)
He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness
Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger
Boy, don't get it twisted (don't get it twisted)

Big blrrrd, ask them why they call me Thirty Shots, ask the opps
Go ask them how many this .30 shot
Every nigga with me got a glizzy like we sponsor Glocks
Never stop for cops, know MPD familiar with my car (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Know I'm out on bond, but that ain't got shit to do with my gun
Fully automatic, hit the switch, it's rippin' through your lungs
Free Big Set and free PG off of that murder one
I be with them felons and my whole entourage on the run

Ayy, ran outta Wocky in the city, now I'm Trisin' (Wock', Wock', Wock')
Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet' not drop a penny)
Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (Renni)
Finna go shoot to L.A. And see my new ho, she play tennis (my new ho, she play tennis)
I been spinnin' (I spin), too official, ask my city (ask my city)
Got that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)
He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness (a witness)
Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger
Boy, don't get it twisted

Big Gotti, what you think they call me King for? (I am)
You ever seen that Draco jumpin' out that Rolls door?
You ever count a half a mil' on your granny floor? (Have you ever?)
You ever hit your plug and ask them what they goin' for? (Bricks)
A nigga shot at me and missed, Lord, be with him (on God)
All them niggas pussy, when they see me, they get little (outta here)
I never up my fire, let it go, and I ain't hit 'em
I ran up fifty mil', still runnin' with them killers
Ten Glocks, three hundred shots, crib, thirty mil'
Fifty M's, but I'm still playin' dirty still (I am)
Lil' homie rappin', but he really got them murder skills
I ain't with rappin', so don't diss me 'cause I'm active still
How you deal with depression? Yeah, they been poppin' pills (30s)
All my niggas rich now, but they be stretchin' still
Yup, they be stretchin'
Hit your shoulders, miss your head, boy, that's a blessin'
I'm from Memphis, cutthroat city, all my niggas be finessin'

Ran outta Wocky in the city (Wock', Wock'), I'm Trisin' (yeah)
Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I am)
Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (yeah)
Finna go shoot to L.A. And see my new ho, she play tennis
I been spinnin', too official, ask my city (city)
Got that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)
He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness
Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger
Boy, don't get it twisted

Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Gangsta shit forever, dawg, don't get it twisted