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3:30

153

Hip-Hop/Rap

3:30 was released on May 30, 2025 by 3200/Real Money Counters/Money Is Not Everything Entertainment as a part of the album ThirtyVille

Song Details

AlbumThirtyVille

Release DateMay 30, 2025

Label3200/Real Money Counters/Money Is Not Everything Entertainment

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM98

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Tevin Smith

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Tevin Smith

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Tevin Smith

Executive Producer

Lyrics

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

(Every time I come to rap, I gotta hear myself)

What up, Danny?

They don't be knowin' that, so I'm finna tell 'em 'bout this shit like

Hmm, every time I come to rap, I gotta hear myself

Huh, fuck what the doctor say I can't do, I'm finna clear myself

Huh, how you cryin'? I ain't even drop a tear myself

Huh, I told Baby Tay to wait, I gotta bring my belt

Hmm, I'm havin' motion now, my neck the ocean now

Huh, the trap don't never stop slappin', so I can't close it down

Huh, I might not got a brick, but it's some 'bows around

And I ain't pullin' up myself, it's always bros around

Hmm, is you Him or not? Is you a bitch or not?

Huh, you ain't never seen a 'bow, you think a zip a lot

Huh, my lil' brother pinked out, he like to sip a lot

Huh, I woke up high as hell, I'm startin' to think my hip a Glock

Huh, my mouth will never stop movin', this shit gon' pay the bills

Huh, I can't do the hood no more, it's time to play the hills

Hmm, if the bank don't loan me nothin', I bet the label will

I watch the cameras for TV, your **** at home watchin' cable still

Huh, I know three **** that rap but they'll never drop it

Huh, he was havin', now he broke, that **** belly floppin'

Huh, either school or get a job, I took the sellin' option

Huh, I already caught one, now I'm tryna mail a body

Huh, they never know how I'm feelin', I never tell nobody

Dog a bitch, I heard he got his shit took and talk to 12 about it

Huh, he bought twelve lines of green, he tryna shell somebody

That's not my bitch, you see her with another ****, I never shared nobody

Huh, every time I hit the mall, I buy some white lows

I'm leavin' good girls alone, I'm startin' to like hoes

Huh, can't nobody rap with me, I got like nine flows

If I don't got the nick' or Drac', I got a 9 on

Huh, you cannot enter in this section, this a M.I.N.E. zone

I can't call 6andz right now, bitch, we in two different time-zones

Huh, my **** Blade don't never answer, he got a dyin' phone

Huh, you let a shot off in my hood, you not gon' slide home

****, you gon' die right where you is

Don't try to diss me on the 'net, bitch, we gon' find out where you is

You can't take no 'za, bitch, you gettin' high off of the mids

I like to keep my shut until I find out what it is, ****

Like, tell me if it's this or that

Don't try to start no smoke and move, bitch, you gon' get your sister whacked

How the vest gon' help you, ****, if I hit your fitted hat?

If you kill the whole house, it ain't gon' be no gettin' back, ****

Huh, who you think be talkin' shit? I'm tryna rap with 'em

I be doin' hand-to-hands all my life, guess I'm a trap victim

Huh, your baby mama need some help, she tryna trap ****

Huh, he ain't tell, his dad did, it's still some rat in him

Huh, I don't pick up the phone no more 'cause I ain't tryna talk

Huh, sometimes I sit on FaceTime and let my diamonds talk

Huh, I don't think the **** dead until he aligned with chalk

Huh, I don't need a pen to rap, I got some finer thoughts

Huh, money is not everything but I'ma make it still

When I was young, my mama made me choose shoes or pay the cable bill

This bitch might got a fifty and a switch, but I'm gon' aim still

I don't think I'm finna take my meds today, I got some pain to feel

Hmm, until they cut my phone off, I'm not gon' pay the bill

Hmm, my head super fucked up, I'm not okay for real

Hmm, before the feds come pick me up, I hope the label will

I can't teach you shit, I used to rode my bike without the trainin' wheels

Hmm, I got a hole inside my lungs, so I can't smoke now

Huh, I used to just be shootin' threes, I'm in the post now

Huh, I think of everything I say, it don't get wrote down

I got a fiend that say he switchin' to the dog, he put the coke down

Huh, I'm finna get rich in a minute, I'm puttin' broke down

Dog tried to run off with his brother, I put 'em both down

Huh, I'm used to livin' life fast, I'm not gon' slow down

Huh, I don't rap nothin' like ****, I got my own style

Huh, you **** lame to me, that shit be strange to me

Hmm, all I asked for was the pape', they gave some fame to me

Huh, if it ain't dog shit or your brain, you can't hang with me

Don't piss me off, I will put a bag on you, it ain't a thing to me

Huh, I be down 96, ninety-six thousand times

Thirty-two hundred what I used to pay for pounds of zazs

I just hit my bitch friend, she had some wider thighs

If you ain't got no gun on you, then you ain't down to ride

Huh, your **** pocket losin' weight, his shit went down a size

Your bitch pussy super wet, I think I found a slide

Huh, if I can't find the one I want, I'm just gon' hound his guys

Huh, if I hit the stu' at 9, I won't be out 'til 5, bitch

That's 'cause I'm in here puttin' work in

Huh, I'm the type to pop a Oxy and do the Perc' dance

Huh, I been countin' too much pape', I got some hurt hands

How the fuck you don't know Blade but you done heard 6andz?

Come on

Real Money Counter, M.I.N.E. shit, bitch

It's Thirty

Written by: Tevin Smith

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