30
The helicopter out in the sky and I'm ridin' dirty
I'm just by myself I'm still with 30
Had to throw my rod under the seat so he won't search me
In the trap I got 30 bags like Dell Curry
And you know them bitches gettin' gone so you better hurry
Tryna figure out how I'm gettin' it bitch, don't worry
And you know my shit got horsepower nigga fuck the derby
Sent that lil bitch back to the streets she is not worried
I can't put no racks in my jeans, they rockstar made
I might go and fuck the popstar or go get her face
I might just say fuck it pour that tech inside my lemonade
I just got a half a bag play gettin' my dreads braid
Coolin' with my thot actin' like she don't want to separate
I be chasing after all the money ain't no gun chase
He come thru and he mop with that choppa ain't no Blueface
I just took a hood bitch to Steak 48
I be in the trap too much all I know is 448
These niggas so gay, they might as well go get a lace
My glock is a ghost, it really don't got a trace
I dropped to price to 28, my phone been ringin' all day
The helicopter out in the sky and I'm ridin' dirty
I'm just by myself I'm still with 30
Had to throw my rod under the seat so he won't search me
In the trap I got 30 bags like Dell Curry
And you know them bitches gettin' gone so you better hurry
Tryna figure out how I'm gettin' it bitch, don't worry
And you know my shit got horsepower nigga fuck the derby
Sent that lil bitch back to the streets she is not worried
I'm just by myself I'm still with 30
Had to throw my rod under the seat so he won't search me
In the trap I got 30 bags like Dell Curry
And you know them bitches gettin' gone so you better hurry
Tryna figure out how I'm gettin' it bitch, don't worry
And you know my shit got horsepower nigga fuck the derby
Sent that lil bitch back to the streets she is not worried
I can't put no racks in my jeans, they rockstar made
I might go and fuck the popstar or go get her face
I might just say fuck it pour that tech inside my lemonade
I just got a half a bag play gettin' my dreads braid
Coolin' with my thot actin' like she don't want to separate
I be chasing after all the money ain't no gun chase
He come thru and he mop with that choppa ain't no Blueface
I just took a hood bitch to Steak 48
I be in the trap too much all I know is 448
These niggas so gay, they might as well go get a lace
My glock is a ghost, it really don't got a trace
I dropped to price to 28, my phone been ringin' all day
The helicopter out in the sky and I'm ridin' dirty
I'm just by myself I'm still with 30
Had to throw my rod under the seat so he won't search me
In the trap I got 30 bags like Dell Curry
And you know them bitches gettin' gone so you better hurry
Tryna figure out how I'm gettin' it bitch, don't worry
And you know my shit got horsepower nigga fuck the derby
Sent that lil bitch back to the streets she is not worried
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Writer(s): Aurelio Williams
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