30's (feat. J Foreva, Delly & Tae)

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Oh yea
30 Seconds in
Man off the hen dawg
Call a couple groupies
They bout to leap frog
Gave her 5 minutes shit I gotta go
It was like pulled and said Audios
I kiss all my bitches don't feel bad for you hoes
I didn't have a valentine I got to many hoes
She said it was her or the liquor sorry she gotta go
Imma ghost in the town I'm like delly we on

30 Second I'm I got the work on me
I do percs but got the percs on me
Imma little n**** but imma stand tall
Imma show these f*ck n***** how to fucking ball
Nah I ain't no ref I ain't making calls
Imma pull up by my lonely imma let it off
I got brownies, I got weed and I got fucking raw
Tell me what you need you know I serve it all

My brother said it's up so it's stuck there
I just hit the road so when I get back we all gon ball
I just broke a whole p down with my dawgs
I just ran up 5 racks imma show you how to ball

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NLMB bitch that's motto
Drinking bel air n**** like its no tomorrow
Get a pound get it gone bitch I'm from the 90's
Huh bitch n**** won't even fucking find me

Delly comin in I bet you won't try me
Gotta couple n***** round Trynna catch a homi
Man I'm really fucking crazy I might catch a body
I ain't worried bout no n**** all these n***** grimey
I just hit the road with Tae and I'm going 90
I got pounds in the trunk 12 right behind me
If they try to pull me over know I got the tommy
If they try to catch me imma do a lifey

I ain't got my L's so we getting booked tonight
But we got bond money so we all right
And the 12 right behind me imma hit a right
Plus I got the stuffers with me so we alright
And I been sliding with my brothers damn near all night
We done double thru twice trynna take a life
These n***** out here flexing trynna get some likes
Just know when you see my brother bitch it's on site

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I swear to god a broke bitch make me sick
Said she in the trap but she can't tote a stick
Talk about that she a freak but she can't take a dick
I'm pulling up I swear to god imma let it rip
N**** gotta change colors that's how it really go
Red and blue drop like Mario
N***** stay ballin like the lotto
And n***** might air it out like Chicago
Talkin about that 30 they ain't making shots
I feel curry in that paint cuz I'm getting hot
Man I ride with my young n***** broad day
And n**** stay getting money bitch it's everday

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