30 Flow ft. Mooda G Lyrics

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

We both goin crazy

Big Westside, 30th Street shit

We posted on your block and we lettin' off all the shots

And we holdin' on all the glocks and we knockin' you out ya socks

Your kids ain't gon' have no pops cause I'm poppin' you like a shot

Your momma gon' be in shock cause us on the face of the block

And we loadin' up them choppers, they choppin'

And half on droppin' when them bullets, shed ain't no stoppin it

Hit ya block and we rockin' it 30th Street, we poppin, yeah,

24-7 gettin guap over here, chasin' that sack, we all got a bag

You want our head bitch you know where we at

We posted on the 30, lil' momma she bout to blow me

This chopper, I got, a blow you, just let me know how you want it

Walk up on you with chrome and I'm domin' you then I'm gone

The 30 is tatted on me, I'm servin', just call my phone

Glock 20, this bitch so long, if I hit you with it

So long, you won't make it home, you just gone

So just tell me how you wanna do it, call my brother, we gon' get to it

Send the niggas up to William Bluitt , hop out, walk down

Stand over and, pull it, bitch, we foolish with these toolies

They need to free Lil C-Town and Lil Mani and Lil Jesse

Popped you in yo' medulla, now you clueless and you messy

Yo' brother, he my runner, gone go missin' if he test me

His eyes closed while, he shootin', what the fuck, he shootin' blindly

Shootin' blindly all the time, y'all blind

They only took one of our mans one night

We hit two back to back like, fuck niggas, what y'all sayin'

These holows givin' niggas tears, leavin' grannies, mommas prayin

Call us lackin', thinkin' again we up to score, we bound to win

This chopper, I got him sprayin', yo' homie, he hit again

Somebody come get they mans, this chopper makin' him dance

I'm servin', I got them bands, my brothers, they in the can

This chopper tear up your chin and I creep on your block again

I just got back in town and copped me a half a thing

Thirteen-fifty in my mouth, six-fifty on the new bang', I shoot it my ears go rang, I'm shootin' at you, you in danger

When I aim, I slang, bring pain, no shame in my game, nigga

The 30, y'all know our name, y'all hatin' givin' us fame

Yo shorty, she givin' brain, I'm clutchin' on me a thing

He got it, I snatch his chain, in traffic from lane to lane

I took it cause he a stain and I hit him up with this tec

P.J. aim it at his neck right now, big bro, you know how I get down

This nigga creepin', he a clown, like we don't see him, lay him down

Flood the city with we bows, on the 30 packin' poles

Tryna and keep our pockets full, the whole squad got a roll

We creepin' on the mission, just me and P and we certified

And if we end up missin', we gon' hit your block like thirty times

We gon' end up fishin' the chopper, spittin' a hundred rounds

Two-fifties on me, hundred rounds, on the G, I blow a down

Posted on your block and we lettin' off all the shots

And we holdin' all the glocks and we knockin' you out your socks

Your kids ain't gon' have no pops cause I'm poppin' you like a shot

Your momma gon' be in shock cause her son the face of the block

And we loadin' up them choppers, they choppy

And I have them droppin', I'ma pull his head, ain't no stoppin' him

Hit your block and we rockin'it , 30th Street we poppin' yeah

24-7 gettin guap over here, chasin' that sack, yeah we all got a bag

You on our head but you know where we at 30