Aah, aah

Sing it like that

(Yeah, Thirty, Thirty, Thirty, Thirty, Thirty)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, shit, uh)

(Thirty, Thirty, Thirty)

Yeah, I get in that bag, it’s tight

I give her a bump, can't wife

Debunking the myth, she easy, I had her touching the walls all night (All night)

A series of bad decisions, one after one, I couldn’t do right (I can't)

Yeah, I spend that cheese 'cause it come right back

Cut off the bitch 'cause I don’t like that (Woah)

Chrome Heart jeans and my cup two racks

Fucking your bitch, wasn’t hitting on shit (Nah, nah)

Bitch had me blew so I had to get lifted (Yeah)

Pop shit, baby I flick my wrist (Woah)

Really ain’t nothing, had to tell that bitch (Woah)

Talking ’bout shit, hashtag get blitzed (Blitzed)

I don’t need a bankroll, pockets on Crip (Crip)

My bro off the yercs, but he don’t sip (Nah)

Ho', I’m the worst (Worst), roll out the curtains (Curtains)

Hit it from the back so good I might burst

Ho' so peculiar, she need church

If you had a bully, I’d send him to the nurse

Feel out the room, I don’t talk to the lurks

She thought I was different than I am, more quirky

Laid back, counting up guap off perky

Strike her three times, call that a turkey

Woah, fuck on a fefe (Woah)

She said it’s how you treat me

I want the pussy, don’t want the problems

I don’t even know how the fuck I’m in college

****, they solid, I kill for my partner

Oh, that’s your ho', goddamn, I just rocked her

Open the case, it smell like the doctor

Sippin’ on drank and pour out that lava (Lava)

Fighting that urge to say, “Fuck it” and call her

We see them ****, we swiss, they Impala (Woah)

I’m on a money mission, counting up dollars (Woah)

I’m on some fuck a bitch and get some guala (Woah)

You on some other shit, I couldn’t call it (No)

I can’t get down with that (No)

I’m in the trap now, what’s crackin’?

I’d rather die than be second

Can you just get back? Tryna stab me (Woah)

Choppa gon’ hit like a left tackle

I was just counting up in the backroom, I was just counting up in the back (Yeah)

Off of the Perc, Xan, see what that do (yeah)

Don’t wanna remember none this mess (mess)

I got pain from my stress (Stress)

I had felt it in my chest (Chest)

Chrome Heart jeans and my cup two racks

Fucking your bitch, wasn’t hitting on shit (No)

Bitch had me blew so I had to get lifted

Pop shit, baby I flick my wrist

Really ain’t nothing, had to tell that bitch (Woah)

Talking ’bout shit, hashtag get blitzed (Blitzed)

I don’t need a bankroll, pockets on Crip (Crip)

My bro off the yercs, but he don’t sip (Woah)