歌詞
It's 30
(Oh my goodness)
These **** couldn't fuck with me if I retired, **** (Oh my goodness)
If I gave this shit up right now today, they still can't catch up
(Oh man, 30, you really ain't puttin' a hook on this shit?)
I don't fuck with 'em
I'ma just slide the beat, I don't give a fuck about no hook
Bitch, these diamonds dancin', your bitch gon' fuck soon as she look
He a pussy **** with a Rollie, it get took
I'm takin' in all commissary loads on bronem books
All my **** wild 'cause they young just like some wolves
Pussy **** coppin' plea in public, he say he good
Better keep your patience, I lose mine, you in a 'Wood
I ain't doin' no talkin', if it's smoke, that's understood
Bronem playin' with sticks and shit like they Tiger Woods
That bitch ain't got no hustle, but she know her pussy good
Smokin' different strands, when I was broke, I couldn't do it
You know we popped your mans, get in the car and get into it
Shooters in the bricks, I press the button, they'll do it
I just bought all the pros, where the semi? Let's get to it
Bitch, we on the road with loud dope and no music
Everybody touchin' dog shit, got these **** clueless
You a bitch, ain't never drop shit, go through it shootin'
You a bitch, ain't never pop shit, just makin' music
Don't hesitate, you catch 'em down bad, shoot a movie
I got lawyer fees, tell the feds don't ever do it
Don't want war with me, when it's up, we get into it
Tried to buy my shorty a notebook, but he want some bullets
He done shot that big semi, now he tryna make it fully (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
He the one who caught a body, now he tryna get a ten-piece
I can't let you on this jwett, you gotta tie your own shoes
Bae caught me tryna turn my life up with this road and these blues
We got plays for twenty-five and got some for thirty-two
I could get 'em there and back in a four-door or a coupe
Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I just poured a four, but saved a two
Bitch, you can't get inside my car since I don't really know if you gon' shoot
Once I send your ass this plot with that PI, lil' boy go Ku
Once that sack land, we goin' north just to get it through
**** sendin' threats, we pull up close like they bulletproof
Talkin' on my name like you steppin'? Pussy, who is you?
**** 'round me movin' flaky, go to shootin' in the room
**** 'round me movin' flaky, I'll glitz him with this broom
(Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, CT)
(Ayy, talk to 'em, War)
Written by: Douglas Holcombe


