Thirty Lyrics

ELI FROSS

"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

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Lsav clear the room, Vo on hots, put you in a spliff

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Savage in da Nigga mood, you get shot, never gave a shit

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Cuban wrapped around the neck, Rollie on the wrist, cost about a brick

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Member chillin' on the block, free bro Suave, brody kept a beam

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Never switch guys, ain't no one-on-ones, Nigga as need a piece

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Hope you Nigga realize shit could get real being in them streets

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Last Nigga talking hot, sent 'em to the sky, cozy in them sheets

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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 in da Nigga mood, you get shot, never gave a shit

(Uh)

Cuban wrapped around the neck, Rollie on the wrist, cost about a brick

(Uh)