Sturdy30

Alright, talk your shit Ayo, it's your fuckin' boy Sturdy motherfuckin' Mr. 30 You fuckin' the streets up (ha-ha, yeah) Fuckin' niggas' bitches Fuckin' niggas' wives (ha-ha-ha) Yo, listen man, we ain't fuckin' around, man We takin' this shit, man, to a whole 'nother fuckin' level, man We fuckin' comin' with the same fuckin' energy, man All you lame ass niggas and lame ass bitches Better tune the fuck in tonight (haha, haha, no cap) We fuckin' takin' over the world Look, off the wake-up, gotta kiss my bitch (facts) Then I take a piss 'Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick (blaow) Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it's lit (ba-blaow) Wanna live his life, gotta take a risk All the stupid shit I did as a kid Takin' niggas' phones, robbin' niggas' kicks The ones who survived know I don't miss Bando, I'm two for two from the three Caught a leg shot 'cause that boy speed Nigga got me booked talkin' to the dees Movin' P's and Q's on my Q's and P's How you gon' rap with a nigga like me? How you gon' cap to a nigga like me? Bitch, I'm really outside with the killers and the thieves We really in the jungle, niggas throwin' up B's Late night in the summer, we was throwin' by the three (rah) Niggas know where I be Niggas always wanna talk, but they don't want beef (what?) Where you at? We could meet You know I don't kickbox (I don't kickbox) Luva got a .30, got a 16, so really that's 46 shots You know we makin' shit hot Take a drum on a drill like we changin' hip-hop Bail out gang if he play with big knots Brody get slimey like he a big snot Before we go spin, let's make a pit stop (get money) They tried to tell a nigga change his flow (what?) But nigga, I made this shit (I made this shit) like Boy, I get paid for this shit (facts) Boy, I got fame for this shit, uh Spittin' that dangerous shit (like) 'Cause we really out flamin' and shit (blaow) Tell them niggas, "Don't play in this bitch" (at all) Hundred shots, no aimin' and shit, uh (grah) We made a name for this shit (rah, rah-rah) I put the gang in this shit You know what we claimin' and shit And I got the chain on my wrist I got your bitch in the whip Just off the brain, she a ten She moan my name when I'm in They like, "Yo Skizzy, you always on some treesh shit" Nah, I'm where the breesh is Boy, think it's sweet, send rounds like it's Reeses (blaow) Hollows hit his heart, spread around in pieces Talkin' like you God, send you up to Jesus Put that on my nieces, mm (what?) (Legs real, gave my niggas creases) Look, off the wake-up, gotta kiss my bitch (facts) Then I take a piss 'Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick (blaow) Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it's lit (ba-blaow) Wanna live his life, gotta take a risk All the stupid shit I did as a kid Takin' niggas' phones, robbin' niggas' kicks The ones who survived know I don't miss 'Cause that boy speed On my Q's and P's, like