Ion Play Lyrics – BIG30

[Intro]

It don’t get no bigger than this s*it

(Once again, I’m locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)

Free Shiesty

Blrrrd, blrrrd

(Jordan produced it)

[Chorus]

I really don’t say the biggest no more this s*it get no bigger (For real)

I had n!ggas let me down and I put faith in all them n!ggas (Nah, for real)

I shot Drac’ for all them n!ggas (Blrrrd), I spent pape’ on all them n!ggas (I spent that bread)

Every time I’m the driver, I high-speed chase for all them n!ggas (I high-speed chase)

Catch me front seat Grizzlies, gang, I’m damn near two inches from Ja

Jesse Hurst, seventy-five hundred, watch the game or buy a watch

Get the spazzing off them pills, my b!tch hate when I’m off bars

My ho been mad for three days, I’m so high, can’t get no hard

[Verse]

It ain’t you, baby, it me, I’m just high, baby, on God

Now I gotta sober up ‘fore I go, gotta lay that raw

Fu*k you going through my phone for? (Fu*k) Ho, mind your business

Worried ’bout that one-ass ho, I swear to God, I got them b!tches (I swear to God)

Old stupid-ass ho, hood eating ass b!tch

He said he fu*k my BM, so I fu*ked both of his b!tches (Ha)

Show one of ’em three hunnid K, picked her up, seven fifty (Three hunnid thou’)

The other one, ain’t hit it ’cause she thought 30 was tricking

Eventually I hit it and ain’t give the ho a penny (Duh)

Gave a lil’ girl a pink fifty, then shot back to the trenches (Here, pretty)

Yup, right back to the block, the studio in the dope spot (Yup, yup, yup)

Get you a feature or get served, get a verse or a crack rock (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got a fiend, spot on third, (??) walking

I don’t give a fu*k who twin shot, if he shot him, he shot him

Beat box that boy ass with that switch ’cause we spot him and got him (Got his ass)

He tried to laugh like he got grazed, head tap, shattered

He tried to call his cousin, (??) bag on his bladder

Hit the whole car like fu*k who got hit, really don’t matter

One drop, two drop, I’m handing out family gather

We both ghosting but I’m Tommy and you is a Casper (Where he at?)

I never see you nowhere, literally, where you at, man? (Where he at? Where he at?)

I’m in the trenches everyday, boy, feet on land (Trenches)

Don’t speak on me, I get s*it done, he thought I was playing

Boy, you ain’t (??), we can go band for band (Lil’ boy)

The biggest in the city, richer than their whole committee (Lil’ boy)

You ain’t even looking, how the fu*k is you gon’ catch me slipping? (Lil’ boy)

Got footprints everywhere, first step and we coming through squishing (Little-ass boy)

Speak on my child again, no ashes, (??) coming up missing

Yeah, pu*sy, matter of fact, that’s on Nuskie (On my n!gga)

I beef with killers, this my last time responding to (??)

Fill up a million plus, I would never become a user (On my mama)

Your BM ask me for security like, “Where is your shooter?”

[Chorus]

I really don’t say the biggest no more this s*it get no bigger (For real)

I had n!ggas let me down and I put faith in all them n!ggas (Nah, for real)

I shot Drac’ for all them n!ggas (Blrrrd), I spent pape’ on all them n!ggas (I spent that bread)

Every time I’m the driver, I high-speed chase for all them n!ggas (I high-speed chase)

Catch me front seat Grizzlies, gang, I’m damn near two inches from Ja

Jesse Hurst, seventy fiver hundred, watch the game or buy a watch

Get the spazzing off them pills, my b!tch hate when I’m off bars

My ho been mad for three days, I’m so high, can’t get no hard

[Outro]

Fu*k n!gga

Now let this sink in, n!gga

You n!ggas can’t fu*k with me, n!gga

Like I said, n!gga

I’m still a million plus up, n!gga

I’m still mister seven car, really eight

I don’t care (??) my little slider, b!tch-ass n!gga

You n!ggas ain’t got more money than my kid, n!gga

Quit playing with me lil’ boy, before I break this s*it out

And you know what I do with it

I’ma (??) with this s*it, n!gga

Fu*k you talking ’bout, n!gga? You ain’t never seen this type of cash I seen

You ain’t gon’ never see it

Rooster-ass n!gga

Shrimp-ass n!gga

You a real boy to me, n!gga

Don’t play with me, n!gga, you a, you a

N!gga, you should be scared to talk to a n!gga like me like that, n!gga

Fu*k you talking ’bout, n!gga?

You a ho, n!gga, I’m a gangster, pu*sy