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LIL HANK FLOW Video (MV)




Performed By: BIG30
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.




BIG30 - LIL HANK FLOW Lyrics
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Big Blrrrd
(KJ, let the beat knock)
I throw them M's for the hood (mmm), but I throw the dub for Willett (mmm)
I ain't tryna argue with no opps (uh), I'm strictly tryna ask where they at (uh)
Strictly tryna ask who next (blrrrd)
Mmm, mmm, who next? (Big Blrrrd)
Mmm, mmm, where the vest? (Ayy, let's go)

Five hundred 'bows in the trunk
Gotta make a quarter ticket 'fore lunch
I ain't tryna argue with no opps (nobody), I'm strictly puttin' shit in the blunt
Strictly puttin' shit in the grave (gas), he mad at the bitch 'cause I stabbed her (I stabbed)
Made the ho drive to Atlanta with five hundred 'bows in her match (her match)

I throw them M's for the hood (them M's), but I throw the dub for Willett (Willett)
I ain't tryna argue with opps (nobody), I strictly wanna know where you at
Headshot, neckshot, chest (chest)
Get the drop, puttin' shit to rest (to rest)
The opps my age, they know what's up (what's up?)
Made a few of them bitches break out they vests (they vests)

The opps my age, they know what's up (f*ck it)
They don't play with Thirtball, I put shit up (f*ck 'em)
You don't even get back for lil' cuh (no)
How the f*ck you gon' diss on my big cuh? (How?)
When I come through, shit gettin' hit up (yeah)
City been hot, had to put the switch up (yeah)
F*ck it, break the switch back out (blrrrd)
One old-ass opp got shot in his mouth (blrrrd, blrrrd)
In the city, need no vouch (no vouch)
I don't think lil' man gon' get off that couch (that couch)
Nah, I don't need no mouth
High-speed Hellcat just break through the South (skrrt, hmm)
These niggas ain't run in my rap, bet none of these won't come my way (better not)
I done chopped every bad ho in my hood, now I'm choppin' bad shit in the Bay (been hot)
My lil' nigga crankin' up Wraiths (Wraith)
Keypad on me with a switch and a Drac' (a Drac')
Got motion, I can send you some plays (some plays)
These broke-ass niggas still rollin' up shake (up shake)
Caught him loafin', he can have a nice day (nice day)
These broke-ass boys ain't havin' no cake (no cake)
One opp got a big-ass mouth, get to runnin' every time nigga hittin' that Drac' (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (ayy, ayy, ayy), blrrrd
Point me to the stash (stash)
Four O's knock a chunk out your ass (your ass)
I done hit they block seven times this week, but I started the month before last ('fore last)
Whole city, they know I'ma blast
Niggas don't play with me 'cause they know I'ma crash (Big Blrrrd, crash)

I throw them M's for the hood (them M's), but I throw the dub for Willett (Willett)
I ain't tryna argue with opps (nobody), I strictly wanna know where you at
Headshot, neckshot, chest (yeah)
Get the drop, puttin' shit to rest (yeah, yeah)
The opps my age, they know what's up (what's up?)
Made a few of them bitches break out they vests (break out they vests)

Walk in the section, bitch breakin' her neck (her neck)
Slam her, bitch got me breakin' the sweat (sweat)
Blrrrd, put a switch on a Kriss Vec' (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Headshot gang, we in it, who next? (Who next?)
I f*cked the bitch, don't like her (like her)
TRX truck, it's a striker (striker)
Might pull a hit in the Viper (skrrt, skrrt)
Nothin' but members, these certified snipers (skrrt, skrrt)
Dope landin', I'm pickin' it up (land)
I ain't breakin' shit down, I'm sellin' that ho up (gas, gas, gas)
Hell nah, I ain't sellin' my soul (no)
'Cause I'm sellin' these hoes (these hoes) and I'm sellin' these 'bows (big 'bows)
And you know a nigga sellin' out shows (for sure)
Ain't a place, a drop or spot I can't go (can't go)
Nigga playin', we wipin' his nose (nose)
Drac' shots to his stomach gon' curl up his toes (oh)

I throw them M's for the hood (them M's), but I throw the dub for Willett (Willett)
I ain't tryna argue with opps (nobody), I strictly wanna know where you at
Headshot, neckshot, chest (yeah)
Get the drop, puttin' shit to rest (yeah, yeah)
The opps my age, they know what's up (what's up?)
Made a few of them bitches break out they vests (break out they vests)
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English

Big Blrrrd
(KJ, let the beat knock)
I throw them M's for the hood (mmm), but I throw the dub for Willett (mmm)
I ain't tryna argue with no opps (uh), I'm strictly tryna ask where they at (uh)
Strictly tryna ask who next (blrrrd)
Mmm, mmm, who next? (Big Blrrrd)
Mmm, mmm, where the vest? (Ayy, let's go)

Five hundred 'bows in the trunk
Gotta make a quarter ticket 'fore lunch
I ain't tryna argue with no opps (nobody), I'm strictly puttin' shit in the blunt
Strictly puttin' shit in the grave (gas), he mad at the bitch 'cause I stabbed her (I stabbed)
Made the ho drive to Atlanta with five hundred 'bows in her match (her match)

I throw them M's for the hood (them M's), but I throw the dub for Willett (Willett)
I ain't tryna argue with opps (nobody), I strictly wanna know where you at
Headshot, neckshot, chest (chest)
Get the drop, puttin' shit to rest (to rest)
The opps my age, they know what's up (what's up?)
Made a few of them bitches break out they vests (they vests)

The opps my age, they know what's up (f*ck it)
They don't play with Thirtball, I put shit up (f*ck 'em)
You don't even get back for lil' cuh (no)
How the f*ck you gon' diss on my big cuh? (How?)
When I come through, shit gettin' hit up (yeah)
City been hot, had to put the switch up (yeah)
F*ck it, break the switch back out (blrrrd)
One old-ass opp got shot in his mouth (blrrrd, blrrrd)
In the city, need no vouch (no vouch)
I don't think lil' man gon' get off that couch (that couch)
Nah, I don't need no mouth
High-speed Hellcat just break through the South (skrrt, hmm)
These niggas ain't run in my rap, bet none of these won't come my way (better not)
I done chopped every bad ho in my hood, now I'm choppin' bad shit in the Bay (been hot)
My lil' nigga crankin' up Wraiths (Wraith)
Keypad on me with a switch and a Drac' (a Drac')
Got motion, I can send you some plays (some plays)
These broke-ass niggas still rollin' up shake (up shake)
Caught him loafin', he can have a nice day (nice day)
These broke-ass boys ain't havin' no cake (no cake)
One opp got a big-ass mouth, get to runnin' every time nigga hittin' that Drac' (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (ayy, ayy, ayy), blrrrd
Point me to the stash (stash)
Four O's knock a chunk out your ass (your ass)
I done hit they block seven times this week, but I started the month before last ('fore last)
Whole city, they know I'ma blast
Niggas don't play with me 'cause they know I'ma crash (Big Blrrrd, crash)

I throw them M's for the hood (them M's), but I throw the dub for Willett (Willett)
I ain't tryna argue with opps (nobody), I strictly wanna know where you at
Headshot, neckshot, chest (yeah)
Get the drop, puttin' shit to rest (yeah, yeah)
The opps my age, they know what's up (what's up?)
Made a few of them bitches break out they vests (break out they vests)

Walk in the section, bitch breakin' her neck (her neck)
Slam her, bitch got me breakin' the sweat (sweat)
Blrrrd, put a switch on a Kriss Vec' (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Headshot gang, we in it, who next? (Who next?)
I f*cked the bitch, don't like her (like her)
TRX truck, it's a striker (striker)
Might pull a hit in the Viper (skrrt, skrrt)
Nothin' but members, these certified snipers (skrrt, skrrt)
Dope landin', I'm pickin' it up (land)
I ain't breakin' shit down, I'm sellin' that ho up (gas, gas, gas)
Hell nah, I ain't sellin' my soul (no)
'Cause I'm sellin' these hoes (these hoes) and I'm sellin' these 'bows (big 'bows)
And you know a nigga sellin' out shows (for sure)
Ain't a place, a drop or spot I can't go (can't go)
Nigga playin', we wipin' his nose (nose)
Drac' shots to his stomach gon' curl up his toes (oh)

I throw them M's for the hood (them M's), but I throw the dub for Willett (Willett)
I ain't tryna argue with opps (nobody), I strictly wanna know where you at
Headshot, neckshot, chest (yeah)
Get the drop, puttin' shit to rest (yeah, yeah)
The opps my age, they know what's up (what's up?)
Made a few of them bitches break out they vests (break out they vests)
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Writer: Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
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