BIG30 – Nuskie Living Lyrics
I’m in the booth right now thinking bout Nuskie
I’m so fucking high
Swear it’s so hard to leave that murder zone
Can’t leave until some die
Shit broke my heart to look Miss Sheila in her eyes and watch her cry
And Pooh Bear out is his top since you been gone all lil bruh know is slide
But I can’t knock him
He done got a lil taste of blood ain’t no way I can stop him
10 shots from the switch kilt him so quick that pussy couldn’t holla
They got me fucked up I lost Nuskie turnt round and lost Dolla
Forever smoke on my daughter
Till all of them bitches slaughtered
I want all them pussies dead
Ain’t no monkey in the middle
Monkeys catch one to the head
Try to set me up I’m putting that draco right between ya legs
Soon I squeeze this trigger put yo clit by yo head on the bed
I never think with my dick
Think with my Glock trust in my aim
He let a baby set him up his ass a dead shame
60 shots all through his back left him laid up with bed stains
We live by L.O.E loyalty of everything
Swear since I lost you nigga I been getting high as I can
Percocet, Percocet, Wockhart, exotic, and xan
I can’t be sober dealing with this too much for one man
Standing on business taking whatever come with the plan
I’ma stick with the plan taking whatever come with it
30 the murder man I’ma send shots at ya fitted
I bet not drop a bag on one
Everybody gone get it
I’m ebk might drop a million on yo whole committee
Ay, and lately I been feeling like the last man standing
And I’ma keep on spending till they last man vanish
For speaking on my nigga
Got hit with this drac and panicked
And you a hoe under them jeans yo bitch ass wearing panties
I remember t hugging on Willet all the way back to Janis
Way before rapping I was trapping posted with the matic
You speak on Nuskie you gone die now look at him exactly
You can go ask him how he does but he can’t say what happen
For thinking I’m just rapping
For thinking I won’t pull a massacre or a family tragedy
One day he here next day he gone
We call that murder magic
Spit thunder out my Glock boy don’t get shot and feel that static
Blrrrd Blrrrd
That’s them choppas rapid
You hear that sound that mean them membas near with automatics
Don’t want no tec, don’t want no tris
I got a wocky habit
In love with fast cars, codeine and Percocet tablets
I can’t wait to switch you up and finish with the drac
I can’t wait to stand over ya 8 shots to the face
I can’t wait to catch ya on the interstate with bae
Or catch ya out to eat put your face on the dinner plate
