"Thirty" lyrics
"Thirty"
See, I make it litty when I'm in the spot, and I keep a knocka for a nigga top (What else?)
Stacking chicken, get the gwuap, go get me a thotty, knocking off my socks (What else?)
Lotta money in the spot, I'm drippin Amiri like I robbed the shop (What else?)
Beam jawn with the Glock, you get to running, still could catch a shot (What else?)
Nigga moving like a bomb, 'cause you hear boom once a nigga lit (Uh)
Lsav clear the room, Vo on hots, put you in a spliff (Uh)
Savage nigga in da mood, you can get shot, never gave a shit (Uh)
Cuban wrapped around the neck, Rollie on the wrist, cost about a brick (Uh)
Member chillin' on the block, free bro Suave, brody kept a beam (Uh)
Never switch on a guys, ain't no one-on-ones, niggas need a piece (Uh)
Hope you niggas realize shit could get real being in them streets (Uh)
Last nigga talking hot, sent 'em to the sky, cozy in them sheets (Uh)
Ain't no stopping me, send shots, never copped a plea
Big ape never little me, fuck hoes - never cuff a treesh
Ain't no lovin' me, duffle in the V
Free bro Mr. clear the scene, touch toes, shorty got the cheeks
Move hot, cool 'em with the bean, knock him out his sneaks
Hollon whatchu mean, big dog got it in my genes
Rick Ross living like a king, big Porsche swerving in the V
Baddie on her knees, Choppa make him bleed
Picked off, left him in the street, jack smoke, nigga let it be
Keep yours, Ima let it sing, send him off his feet
Ha ha, nigga Ima let it sing
Lift off, you get picked off, you get hit up with the beam
Crisscross when that shit toss, better duck ya fucking bean
Took loss but I got back like I never lost a thing
See, I make it litty when I'm in the spot, and I keep a knocka for a nigga top (What else?)
Stacking chicken, get the gwuap, go get me a thotty, knocking off my socks (What else?)
Lotta money in the spot, I'm drippin Amiri like I robbed the shop (What else?)
Beam jawn with the Glock, you get to running, still could catch a shot (What else?)
Nigga moving like a bomb, 'cause you hear boom once a nigga lit (Uh)
Lsav clear the room, Vo on hots, put you in a spliff (Uh)
Savage nigga in da mood, you can get shot, never gave a shit (Uh)
Cuban wrapped around the neck, Rollie on the wrist, cost about a brick (Uh)
Writer(s): Elijah Quamina
- AZLyrics
- E
- Eli Fross Lyrics
album:
"King Of The Jungle" (2025)
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