"30 Ina 40" lyrics

Thirty in a .40 solve a fuck nigga problem
I don't show no mercy, I'll fuck up your mama
Only for the drama, he keep him a chopper
Weighing all my options, she told me it's over
These bitches make me cold, Chicago weather
So I've been on the dope to make it feel better
Back's against the ropes, like, "What do I do now?"
Her back's against the ropes, like, "What do I do now?"

She hate when I'm rude, that's 'cause I'm sober
I'm falling for you, babe, and it ain't October
They tell me I'm famous, but I'm in the process
Of blowin' my brain, shit, 'cause I can't process
All of this damage that you brought me
All of this panic, that you brought me
She so satanic, we met at the crossroads
She say I was vulnerable because I have a lost soul
Demons, they hunt me because I am chosen
Wake up sad, but I go through the motions
Hop in a foreign, fuck it, I floor it
Under the influence, so I've been swervin'

Hop in a foreign, fuck it, I floor it
Fucked up, swervin'
Damn, I'm in a foreign, fuck it, I swerve it
Fucked up, swervin'

Thirty in a .40 solve a fuck nigga problem
I don't show no mercy, I'll fuck up your mama
Only for the drama, he keep him a chopper
Weighing all my options, she told me it's over
These bitches make me cold, Chicago weather
So I've been on the dope to make it feel better
Back's against the ropes, like, "What do I do now?"
Her back's against the ropes, like, "What do I do now?"