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(I am)\nYou ever seen that Draco jumpin' out that Rolls door? (Brrah)\nYou ever count a half a mil' on your granny floor? (Have you ever?)\nYou ever hit your plug and ask them what they goin' for? (Frrp) (bricks)\n\nA nigga shot at me and missed, Lord be with him (on God)\nAll them niggas pussy, when they see me, they get little (outta here)\nI never up my fire, let it go, and I ain't hit nothin' (never, never)\nI ran up 50 mil' (mil', frrp), still runnin' with them killers\n\n10 Glocks, 300 shots, crib, 30 mil' (woo)\n50 M's, but I'm still playin' dirty still (I am)\nLil' homie rappin', but he really got them murder skills (yeah)\nI ain't with rappin', so don't diss me 'cause I'm active still (don't do it)\nHow you deal with depression? (Huh?) Yeah, they be poppin' pills (30s)\nAll my niggas rich now, but they be stretchin' still\nYup, they be stretchin', hit your shoulders, miss your head, boy, that's a blessin'\nI'm from Memphis, cutthroat city, all my niggas be finessin'\n\nRan outta wocky in the city, now I'm tristin' (yeah)\nQuick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet)\nWidebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (skrrt, yeah)\nFinna go shoot to L.A. (frrp), and see my new hoe, she play tennis\nI been spinnin', too official, ask my city (city)\nGot that .30 with me, 90 shots, me and my .60 (wah)\nHe was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness (a witness)\nSuperstock, slidin' with a gravedigger, lil' boy, don't get it twisted\n\nDon't get it twisted\nDon't get it twisted\nGangsta shit forever, dawg, don't get it twisted\n(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.36] Blrrrd, blrrrd\n[00:08.28] Let's go\n[00:09.73] Ayy-ayy, ayy\n[00:11.61] Ran outta wocky in the city, now I'm tristin' (now I'm sippin' tristin')\n[00:14.61] Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (bet' not drop a penny)\n[00:17.54] Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (Renni)\n[00:20.26] Finna go shoot to L.A. and see my new hos, she play tennis (my new hoe, she play tennis)\n[00:23.22] I been spinnin' (spinnin'), too official, ask my city (too official, ask the city)\n[00:26.32] Got that .30 with me, 90 shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)\n[00:28.83] He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness\n[00:31.81] Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger, boy, don't get it twisted (don't get it twisted)\n[00:35.07] Big blrrrd (blrrrd), ask them why they call me 30 Shots (30 shots)\n[00:37.83] Ask the opps (opps), go ask them how many this .30 shot (.30 shot)\n[00:40.73] Every nigga with me got a Glizzy like we sponsor Glocks (sponsor Glocks)\n[00:43.83] Never stop for cops, know MPD familiar with my car (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)\n[00:46.88] Know I'm out on bond\n[00:47.76] But that ain't got shit to do with my gun (shit to do with the Glock)\n[00:49.79] Fully automatic (Glock), hit the switch (Glock)\n[00:51.54] It's rippin' through your lungs (rippin' through your lungs, my Glock)\n[00:52.69] Free Big Set and free PG off of that murder one (ayy, free my niggas, one)\n[00:55.77] I be with them felons (wock'), and my whole entourage on the run (wock', wock')\n[00:58.38] Ran outta wocky in the city (wock', wock'), now I'm tristin' (wock', wock', wock')\n[01:01.58] Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet' not drop a penny)\n[01:04.10] Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (skrrt, skrrt)\n[01:07.13] Finna go shoot to L.A. and see my new hoe, she play tennis (my new hoe, she play tennis)\n[01:09.97] I been spinnin' (I spin), too official, ask my city (too official, ask the city)\n[01:12.86] Got that .30 with me, 90 shots (blrrrd), me and my .60 (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)\n[01:16.06] He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness (a witness)\n[01:18.71] Superstock (yeah), slidin' with a gravedigger (yeah), (lil' boah), don't get it twisted (yeah, twisted)\n[01:22.14] Big Gotti, what you think they call me King for? (I am)\n[01:25.12] You ever seen that Draco jumpin' out that Rolls door? (Brrah)\n[01:27.87] You ever count a half a mil' on your granny floor? (Have you ever?)\n[01:30.81] You ever hit your plug and ask them what they goin' for? (Frrp) (bricks)\n[01:34.55] A nigga shot at me and missed, Lord be with him (on God)\n[01:37.18] All them niggas pussy, when they see me, they get little (outta here)\n[01:40.13] I never up my fire, let it go, and I ain't hit nothin' (never, never)\n[01:43.09] I ran up 50 mil' (mil', frrp), still runnin' with them killers\n[01:45.75] 10 Glocks, 300 shots, crib, 30 mil' (woo)\n[01:48.66] 50 M's, but I'm still playin' dirty still (I am)\n[01:51.61] Lil' homie rappin', but he really got them murder skills (yeah)\n[01:54.48] I ain't with rappin', so don't diss me 'cause I'm active still (don't do it)\n[01:57.57] How you deal with depression? (Huh?) Yeah, they be poppin' pills (30s)\n[02:00.29] All my niggas rich now, but they be stretchin' still\n[02:02.91] Yup, they be stretchin', hit your shoulders, miss your head, boy, that's a blessin'\n[02:06.20] I'm from Memphis, cutthroat city, all my niggas be finessin'\n[02:08.72] Ran outta wocky in the city, now I'm tristin' (yeah)\n[02:11.69] Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet)\n[02:14.46] Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (skrrt, yeah)\n[02:17.13] Finna go shoot to L.A. (frrp), and see my new hoe, she play tennis\n[02:20.33] I been spinnin', too official, ask my city (city)\n[02:23.26] Got that .30 with me, 90 shots, me and my .60 (wah)\n[02:26.20] He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness (a witness)\n[02:28.71] Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger, lil' boy, don't get it twisted\n[02:33.14] Don't get it twisted\n[02:34.80] Don't get it twisted\n[02:36.15] Gangsta shit forever, dawg, don't get it twisted\n[02:40.92] (Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)\n[02:42.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Too Official\n  artist: BIG30\n  album: Too Official\n  duration_ms: 163000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Blrrrd, blrrrd\n  start_ms: 2360\n  end_ms: 8280\n- text: Let's go\n  start_ms: 8280\n  end_ms: 9730\n- text: Ayy-ayy, ayy\n  start_ms: 9730\n  end_ms: 11610\n- text: Ran outta wocky in the city, now I'm tristin' (now I'm sippin' tristin')\n  start_ms: 11610\n  end_ms: 14610\n- text: Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (bet' not drop a penny)\n  start_ms: 14610\n  end_ms: 17540\n- text: Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (Renni)\n  start_ms: 17540\n  end_ms: 20260\n- text: Finna go shoot to L.A. and see my new hos, she play tennis (my new hoe, she play tennis)\n  start_ms: 20260\n  end_ms: 23220\n- text: I been spinnin' (spinnin'), too official, ask my city (too official, ask the city)\n  start_ms: 23220\n  end_ms: 26320\n- text: Got that .30 with me, 90 shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)\n  start_ms: 26320\n  end_ms: 28830\n- text: He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness\n  start_ms: 28830\n  end_ms: 31810\n- text: Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger, boy, don't get it twisted (don't get it twisted)\n  start_ms: 31810\n  end_ms: 35070\n- text: Big blrrrd (blrrrd), ask them why they call me 30 Shots (30 shots)\n  start_ms: 35070\n  end_ms: 37830\n- text: Ask the opps (opps), go ask them how many this .30 shot (.30 shot)\n  start_ms: 37830\n  end_ms: 40730\n- text: Every nigga with me got a Glizzy like we sponsor Glocks (sponsor Glocks)\n  start_ms: 40730\n  end_ms: 43830\n- text: Never stop for cops, know MPD familiar with my car (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)\n  start_ms: 43830\n  end_ms: 46880\n- text: Know I'm out on bond\n  start_ms: 46880\n  end_ms: 47760\n- text: But that ain't got shit to do with my gun (shit to do with the Glock)\n  start_ms: 47760\n  end_ms: 49790\n- text: Fully automatic (Glock), hit the switch (Glock)\n  start_ms: 49790\n  end_ms: 51540\n- text: It's rippin' through your lungs (rippin' through your lungs, my Glock)\n  start_ms: 51540\n  end_ms: 52690\n- text: Free Big Set and free PG off of that murder one (ayy, free my niggas, one)\n  start_ms: 52690\n  end_ms: 55770\n- text: I be with them felons (wock'), and my whole entourage on the run (wock', wock')\n  start_ms: 55770\n  end_ms: 58380\n- text: Ran outta wocky in the city (wock', wock'), now I'm tristin' (wock', wock', wock')\n  start_ms: 58380\n  end_ms: 61580\n- text: Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet' not drop a penny)\n  start_ms: 61580\n  end_ms: 64100\n- text: Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (skrrt, skrrt)\n  start_ms: 64100\n  end_ms: 67130\n- text: Finna go shoot to L.A. and see my new hoe, she play tennis (my new hoe, she play tennis)\n  start_ms: 67130\n  end_ms: 69970\n- text: I been spinnin' (I spin), too official, ask my city (too official, ask the city)\n  start_ms: 69970\n  end_ms: 72860\n- text: Got that .30 with me, 90 shots (blrrrd), me and my .60 (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)\n  start_ms: 72860\n  end_ms: 76060\n- text: He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness (a witness)\n  start_ms: 76060\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: Superstock (yeah), slidin' with a gravedigger (yeah), (lil' boah), don't get it twisted (yeah, twisted)\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 82140\n- text: Big Gotti, what you think they call me King for? 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(I am)\n  You ever seen that Draco jumpin' out that Rolls door? (Brrah)\n  You ever count a half a mil' on your granny floor? (Have you ever?)\n  You ever hit your plug and ask them what they goin' for? (Frrp) (bricks)\n\n  A nigga shot at me and missed, Lord be with him (on God)\n  All them niggas pussy, when they see me, they get little (outta here)\n  I never up my fire, let it go, and I ain't hit nothin' (never, never)\n  I ran up 50 mil' (mil', frrp), still runnin' with them killers\n\n  10 Glocks, 300 shots, crib, 30 mil' (woo)\n  50 M's, but I'm still playin' dirty still (I am)\n  Lil' homie rappin', but he really got them murder skills (yeah)\n  I ain't with rappin', so don't diss me 'cause I'm active still (don't do it)\n  How you deal with depression? (Huh?) Yeah, they be poppin' pills (30s)\n  All my niggas rich now, but they be stretchin' still\n  Yup, they be stretchin', hit your shoulders, miss your head, boy, that's a blessin'\n  I'm from Memphis, cutthroat city, all my niggas be finessin'\n\n  Ran outta wocky in the city, now I'm tristin' (yeah)\n  Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet)\n  Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (skrrt, yeah)\n  Finna go shoot to L.A. 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And see my new ho, she play tennis (my new ho, she play tennis)\nI been spinnin' (I spin), too official, ask my city (ask my city)\nGot that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)\nHe was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness\nSuperstock, slidin' with a gravedigger\nBoy, don't get it twisted (don't get it twisted)\nBig blrrrd, ask them why they call me Thirty Shots, ask the opps\nGo ask them how many this .30 shot\nEvery nigga with me got a glizzy like we sponsor Glocks\nNever stop for cops, know MPD familiar with my car (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)\nKnow I'm out on bond, but that ain't got shit to do with my gun\nFully automatic, hit the switch, it's rippin' through your lungs\nFree Big Set and free PG off of that murder one\nI be with them felons and my whole entourage on the run\nAyy, ran outta Wocky in the city, now I'm Trisin' (Wock', Wock', Wock')\nQuick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet' not drop a penny)\nWidebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (Renni)\nFinna go shoot to L.A. And see my new ho, she play tennis (my new ho, she play tennis)\nI been spinnin' (I spin), too official, ask my city (ask my city)\nGot that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)\nHe was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness (a witness)\nSuperstock, slidin' with a gravedigger\nBoy, don't get it twisted\nBig Gotti, what you think they call me King for? (I am)\nYou ever seen that Draco jumpin' out that Rolls door?\nYou ever count a half a mil' on your granny floor? (Have you ever?)\nYou ever hit your plug and ask them what they goin' for? (Bricks)\nA nigga shot at me and missed, Lord, be with him (on God)\nAll them niggas pussy, when they see me, they get little (outta here)\nI never up my fire, let it go, and I ain't hit 'em\nI ran up fifty mil', still runnin' with them killers\nTen Glocks, three hundred shots, crib, thirty mil'\nFifty M's, but I'm still playin' dirty still (I am)\nLil' homie rappin', but he really got them murder skills\nI ain't with rappin', so don't diss me 'cause I'm active still\nHow you deal with depression? Yeah, they been poppin' pills (30s)\nAll my niggas rich now, but they be stretchin' still\nYup, they be stretchin'\nHit your shoulders, miss your head, boy, that's a blessin'\nI'm from Memphis, cutthroat city, all my niggas be finessin'\nRan outta Wocky in the city (Wock', Wock'), I'm Trisin' (yeah)\nQuick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I am)\nWidebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (yeah)\nFinna go shoot to L.A. And see my new ho, she play tennis\nI been spinnin', too official, ask my city (city)\nGot that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)\nHe was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness\nSuperstock, slidin' with a gravedigger\nBoy, don't get it twisted\nDon't get it twisted\nDon't get it twisted\nGangsta shit forever, dawg, don't get it twisted","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.10] Blrrrd, blrrrd\n[00:07.81] Let's go\n[00:09.30] Ayy, ayy\n[00:11.17] Ayy, ran outta Wocky in the city, now I'm Tris'ing (now I'm sippin' Tris)\n[00:14.42] Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet' not drop a penny)\n[00:17.42] Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (Renni)\n[00:20.22] Finna go shoot to L.A. And see my new ho, she play tennis (my new ho, she play tennis)\n[00:23.26] I been spinnin' (I spin), too official, ask my city (ask my city)\n[00:25.99] Got that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)\n[00:29.02] He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness\n[00:31.84] Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger\n[00:33.45] Boy, don't get it twisted (don't get it twisted)\n[00:34.79] Big blrrrd, ask them why they call me Thirty Shots, ask the opps\n[00:38.68] Go ask them how many this .30 shot\n[00:40.81] Every nigga with me got a glizzy like we sponsor Glocks\n[00:43.78] Never stop for cops, know MPD familiar with my car (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)\n[00:46.39] Know I'm out on bond, but that ain't got shit to do with my gun\n[00:49.62] Fully automatic, hit the switch, it's rippin' through your lungs\n[00:52.55] Free Big Set and free PG off of that murder one\n[00:55.31] I be with them felons and my whole entourage on the run\n[00:58.24] Ayy, ran outta Wocky in the city, now I'm Trisin' (Wock', Wock', Wock')\n[01:01.45] Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet' not drop a penny)\n[01:04.05] Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (Renni)\n[01:06.74] Finna go shoot to L.A. 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(Bricks)\n[01:33.99] A nigga shot at me and missed, Lord, be with him (on God)\n[01:36.69] All them niggas pussy, when they see me, they get little (outta here)\n[01:39.79] I never up my fire, let it go, and I ain't hit 'em\n[01:42.55] I ran up fifty mil', still runnin' with them killers\n[01:45.40] Ten Glocks, three hundred shots, crib, thirty mil'\n[01:48.19] Fifty M's, but I'm still playin' dirty still (I am)\n[01:50.99] Lil' homie rappin', but he really got them murder skills\n[01:53.91] I ain't with rappin', so don't diss me 'cause I'm active still\n[01:56.65] How you deal with depression? Yeah, they been poppin' pills (30s)\n[01:59.85] All my niggas rich now, but they be stretchin' still\n[02:02.49] Yup, they be stretchin'\n[02:03.66] Hit your shoulders, miss your head, boy, that's a blessin'\n[02:05.90] I'm from Memphis, cutthroat city, all my niggas be finessin'\n[02:08.41] Ran outta Wocky in the city (Wock', Wock'), I'm Trisin' (yeah)\n[02:11.19] Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I am)\n[02:13.95] Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (yeah)\n[02:16.69] Finna go shoot to L.A. And see my new ho, she play tennis\n[02:19.72] I been spinnin', too official, ask my city (city)\n[02:22.62] Got that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)\n[02:25.78] He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness\n[02:28.65] Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger\n[02:30.07] Boy, don't get it twisted\n[02:32.64] Don't get it twisted\n[02:34.26] Don't get it twisted\n[02:35.64] Gangsta shit forever, dawg, don't get it twisted","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Too Official\n  artist: BIG30\n  album: King of Killbranch\n  duration_ms: 163000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Blrrrd, blrrrd\n  start_ms: 3100\n  end_ms: 7810\n- text: Let's go\n  start_ms: 7810\n  end_ms: 9300\n- text: Ayy, ayy\n  start_ms: 9300\n  end_ms: 11170\n- text: Ayy, ran outta Wocky in the city, now I'm Tris'ing (now I'm sippin' Tris)\n  start_ms: 11170\n  end_ms: 14420\n- text: Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet' not drop a penny)\n  start_ms: 14420\n  end_ms: 17420\n- text: Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (Renni)\n  start_ms: 17420\n  end_ms: 20220\n- text: Finna go shoot to L.A. 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And see my new ho, she play tennis (my new ho, she play tennis)\n  I been spinnin' (I spin), too official, ask my city (ask my city)\n  Got that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)\n  He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness\n  Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger\n  Boy, don't get it twisted (don't get it twisted)\n  Big blrrrd, ask them why they call me Thirty Shots, ask the opps\n  Go ask them how many this .30 shot\n  Every nigga with me got a glizzy like we sponsor Glocks\n  Never stop for cops, know MPD familiar with my car (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)\n  Know I'm out on bond, but that ain't got shit to do with my gun\n  Fully automatic, hit the switch, it's rippin' through your lungs\n  Free Big Set and free PG off of that murder one\n  I be with them felons and my whole entourage on the run\n  Ayy, ran outta Wocky in the city, now I'm Trisin' (Wock', Wock', Wock')\n  Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet' not drop a penny)\n  Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (Renni)\n  Finna go shoot to L.A. And see my new ho, she play tennis (my new ho, she play tennis)\n  I been spinnin' (I spin), too official, ask my city (ask my city)\n  Got that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)\n  He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness (a witness)\n  Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger\n  Boy, don't get it twisted\n  Big Gotti, what you think they call me King for? (I am)\n  You ever seen that Draco jumpin' out that Rolls door?\n  You ever count a half a mil' on your granny floor? (Have you ever?)\n  You ever hit your plug and ask them what they goin' for? (Bricks)\n  A nigga shot at me and missed, Lord, be with him (on God)\n  All them niggas pussy, when they see me, they get little (outta here)\n  I never up my fire, let it go, and I ain't hit 'em\n  I ran up fifty mil', still runnin' with them killers\n  Ten Glocks, three hundred shots, crib, thirty mil'\n  Fifty M's, but I'm still playin' dirty still (I am)\n  Lil' homie rappin', but he really got them murder skills\n  I ain't with rappin', so don't diss me 'cause I'm active still\n  How you deal with depression? Yeah, they been poppin' pills (30s)\n  All my niggas rich now, but they be stretchin' still\n  Yup, they be stretchin'\n  Hit your shoulders, miss your head, boy, that's a blessin'\n  I'm from Memphis, cutthroat city, all my niggas be finessin'\n  Ran outta Wocky in the city (Wock', Wock'), I'm Trisin' (yeah)\n  Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I am)\n  Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (yeah)\n  Finna go shoot to L.A. And see my new ho, she play tennis\n  I been spinnin', too official, ask my city (city)\n  Got that .30 with me, ninety shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)\n  He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness\n  Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger\n  Boy, don't get it twisted\n  Don't get it twisted\n  Don't get it twisted\n  Gangsta shit forever, dawg, don't get it twisted\n"},{"id":10493258,"name":"Too Official","trackName":"Too Official","artistName":"BIG30 feat. 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(I am)\nYou ever seen that Draco jumpin' out that Rolls door? (Brrah)\nYou ever count a half a mil' on your granny floor? (Have you ever?)\nYou ever hit your plug and ask them what they goin' for? (Frrp) (bricks)\n\nA nigga shot at me and missed, Lord be with him (on God)\nAll them niggas pussy, when they see me, they get little (outta here)\nI never up my fire, let it go, and I ain't hit nothin' (never, never)\nI ran up 50 mil' (mil', frrp), still runnin' with them killers\n\n10 Glocks, 300 shots, crib, 30 mil' (woo)\n50 M's, but I'm still playin' dirty still (I am)\nLil' homie rappin', but he really got them murder skills (yeah)\nI ain't with rappin', so don't diss me 'cause I'm active still (don't do it)\nHow you deal with depression? (Huh?) Yeah, they be poppin' pills (30s)\nAll my niggas rich now, but they be stretchin' still\nYup, they be stretchin', hit your shoulders, miss your head, boy, that's a blessin'\nI'm from Memphis, cutthroat city, all my niggas be finessin'\n\nRan outta wocky in the city, now I'm tristin' (yeah)\nQuick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet)\nWidebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (skrrt, yeah)\nFinna go shoot to L.A. (frrp), and see my new hoe, she play tennis\nI been spinnin', too official, ask my city (city)\nGot that .30 with me, 90 shots, me and my .60 (wah)\nHe was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness (a witness)\nSuperstock, slidin' with a gravedigger, lil' boy, don't get it twisted\n\nDon't get it twisted\nDon't get it twisted\nGangsta shit forever, dawg, don't get it twisted\n(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.36] Blrrrd, blrrrd\n[00:08.28] Let's go\n[00:09.73] Ayy-ayy, ayy\n[00:11.61] Ran outta wocky in the city, now I'm tristin' (now I'm sippin' tristin')\n[00:14.61] Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (bet' not drop a penny)\n[00:17.54] Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (Renni)\n[00:20.26] Finna go shoot to L.A. and see my new hos, she play tennis (my new hoe, she play tennis)\n[00:23.22] I been spinnin' (spinnin'), too official, ask my city (too official, ask the city)\n[00:26.32] Got that .30 with me, 90 shots, me and my .60 (blrrrd)\n[00:28.83] He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness\n[00:31.81] Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger, boy, don't get it twisted (don't get it twisted)\n[00:35.07] Big blrrrd (blrrrd), ask them why they call me 30 Shots (30 shots)\n[00:37.83] Ask the opps (opps), go ask them how many this .30 shot (.30 shot)\n[00:40.73] Every nigga with me got a Glizzy like we sponsor Glocks (sponsor Glocks)\n[00:43.83] Never stop for cops, know MPD familiar with my car (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)\n[00:46.88] Know I'm out on bond\n[00:47.76] But that ain't got shit to do with my gun (shit to do with the Glock)\n[00:49.79] Fully automatic (Glock), hit the switch (Glock)\n[00:51.54] It's rippin' through your lungs (rippin' through your lungs, my Glock)\n[00:52.69] Free Big Set and free PG off of that murder one (ayy, free my niggas, one)\n[00:55.77] I be with them felons (wock'), and my whole entourage on the run (wock', wock')\n[00:58.38] Ran outta wocky in the city (wock', wock'), now I'm tristin' (wock', wock', wock')\n[01:01.58] Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet' not drop a penny)\n[01:04.10] Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (skrrt, skrrt)\n[01:07.13] Finna go shoot to L.A. and see my new hoe, she play tennis (my new hoe, she play tennis)\n[01:09.97] I been spinnin' (I spin), too official, ask my city (too official, ask the city)\n[01:12.86] Got that .30 with me, 90 shots (blrrrd), me and my .60 (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)\n[01:16.06] He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness (a witness)\n[01:18.71] Superstock (yeah), slidin' with a gravedigger (yeah), (lil' boah), don't get it twisted (yeah, twisted)\n[01:22.14] Big Gotti, what you think they call me King for? (I am)\n[01:25.12] You ever seen that Draco jumpin' out that Rolls door? (Brrah)\n[01:27.87] You ever count a half a mil' on your granny floor? (Have you ever?)\n[01:30.81] You ever hit your plug and ask them what they goin' for? (Frrp) (bricks)\n[01:34.55] A nigga shot at me and missed, Lord be with him (on God)\n[01:37.18] All them niggas pussy, when they see me, they get little (outta here)\n[01:40.13] I never up my fire, let it go, and I ain't hit nothin' (never, never)\n[01:43.09] I ran up 50 mil' (mil', frrp), still runnin' with them killers\n[01:45.75] 10 Glocks, 300 shots, crib, 30 mil' (woo)\n[01:48.66] 50 M's, but I'm still playin' dirty still (I am)\n[01:51.61] Lil' homie rappin', but he really got them murder skills (yeah)\n[01:54.48] I ain't with rappin', so don't diss me 'cause I'm active still (don't do it)\n[01:57.57] How you deal with depression? (Huh?) Yeah, they be poppin' pills (30s)\n[02:00.29] All my niggas rich now, but they be stretchin' still\n[02:02.91] Yup, they be stretchin', hit your shoulders, miss your head, boy, that's a blessin'\n[02:06.20] I'm from Memphis, cutthroat city, all my niggas be finessin'\n[02:08.72] Ran outta wocky in the city, now I'm tristin' (yeah)\n[02:11.69] Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet)\n[02:14.46] Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (skrrt, yeah)\n[02:17.13] Finna go shoot to L.A. (frrp), and see my new hoe, she play tennis\n[02:20.33] I been spinnin', too official, ask my city (city)\n[02:23.26] Got that .30 with me, 90 shots, me and my .60 (wah)\n[02:26.20] He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness (a witness)\n[02:28.71] Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger, lil' boy, don't get it twisted\n[02:33.14] Don't get it twisted\n[02:34.80] Don't get it twisted\n[02:36.15] Gangsta shit forever, dawg, don't get it twisted\n[02:40.92] (Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)\n[02:42.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Too Official\n  artist: BIG30 feat. 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(I am)\n  You ever seen that Draco jumpin' out that Rolls door? (Brrah)\n  You ever count a half a mil' on your granny floor? (Have you ever?)\n  You ever hit your plug and ask them what they goin' for? (Frrp) (bricks)\n\n  A nigga shot at me and missed, Lord be with him (on God)\n  All them niggas pussy, when they see me, they get little (outta here)\n  I never up my fire, let it go, and I ain't hit nothin' (never, never)\n  I ran up 50 mil' (mil', frrp), still runnin' with them killers\n\n  10 Glocks, 300 shots, crib, 30 mil' (woo)\n  50 M's, but I'm still playin' dirty still (I am)\n  Lil' homie rappin', but he really got them murder skills (yeah)\n  I ain't with rappin', so don't diss me 'cause I'm active still (don't do it)\n  How you deal with depression? (Huh?) Yeah, they be poppin' pills (30s)\n  All my niggas rich now, but they be stretchin' still\n  Yup, they be stretchin', hit your shoulders, miss your head, boy, that's a blessin'\n  I'm from Memphis, cutthroat city, all my niggas be finessin'\n\n  Ran outta wocky in the city, now I'm tristin' (yeah)\n  Quick to go and get a nigga, bet' not drop a penny (I bet)\n  Widebody 'Cat sittin' up on Rucci's, look like Renni (skrrt, yeah)\n  Finna go shoot to L.A. (frrp), and see my new hoe, she play tennis\n  I been spinnin', too official, ask my city (city)\n  Got that .30 with me, 90 shots, me and my .60 (wah)\n  He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned into a witness (a witness)\n  Superstock, slidin' with a gravedigger, lil' boy, don't get it twisted\n\n  Don't get it twisted\n  Don't get it twisted\n  Gangsta shit forever, dawg, don't get it twisted\n  (Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)\n"}]