Wanksta (30WAY) Lyrics

You feel' me

You feel' me

I'm finna go crazy on this motherfucker, you feel me

Yeah, free the 30, goddammit

Strength

Yeah, we want the smoke with any men

30, we dangerous

We pop his top and get him gone

We smokin' angel guts

These niggas crumble on my mama

They can't hang with us

I got that good shit over here, man

You can shop with us

My glizzy stay so close to me

It's like a magnet, bruh

We leave the beef up in these streets

Turnt him to Casper, yeah Shorty throwin' ass all on my lap

And I'm gon' smack it, yeah

I pop out in traffic, I catch him

I'm gon' splash him, yeah

See the glizzy catchin' him

His nigga's cryin', we laugh at him

Send a bitch and I'm patchin' her

On the score, we been wackin' shit

Clappin' shit, you should know

We been puttin' him in them caskets, bitch

What

They been gettin' put in them caskets, bitch

We want the smoke with any men

30, we dangerous

We pop this top and get him gone

We smokin' angel guts

These niggas crumble on my mama

They can't hang with us

I got that good shit over here, man

You can shop with us

Huh, 30, we dangerous

Nigga, 30, we dangerous

Huh, 30, we dangerous

We want the smoke with any men

30, we dangerous

We want the smoke with any men

30, we dangerous

We pop this top and get him gone

We smokin' angel guts

These niggas crumble on my mama

They can't hang with us

I got that good shit over here, man

You can shop with us

Yeah, you can shop with us

Or you can come get dropped by us

Bitch, we be poppin' up, poppin' shit

And we fuck it up

Bitch, we be poppin' shit

Hoppin' out of a movin' trucks

And yeah, I finger fuck 40

Yeah, she be quick to bust

We stand on business

On missions, yeah, we be suited up

Don't get it twisted

Broad daylight, boy, yeah, it a go right up

You spot him, drop him

Catch him, patch him

Don't never spare him

You gotta blast it

Make sure he feel it

Aim at his melon

Now back to business

We in them trenches

Posted with glizzies

My lil' niggas got ARPs

Them bitches glitchin

Hittin' niggas and bitches

Spittin' wigs and fitteds

And, we come with 250

Onna score we up plenty yeah

We want the smoke with any men

30, we dangerous

We pop his top and get him gone

We smokin' angel guts

These niggas crumble on my mama

They can't hang with us

I got that good shit over here

And you can shop with us

Huh, 30, we dangerous

Nigga, 30, we dangerous

Huh, 30, we dangerous

We want the smoke with any men

30, we dangerous

Yeah, you feel me

Huh

Y'all know how to fuck

I'm comin' on this motherfucker

You feel me

This that big westside 30 on street shit

Yeah, free the 30, goddammit

Yeah

Yeah, free Mooda G, goddammit

Free Lil' Roy out there, motherfucker

Free Lil' Rue out that bitch

Yeah, free Jesse Get Messy out that bitch

Yeah, free C-Town out that

Bitch too, nigga

Yeah, you feel me

Strength