30 Wit Da 30
Aye ima do a nigga dirty for my nigga dirty
I been thinking bout you when I wake up bright an early
I been thinking bout west four lot up on my mind
I lost my niggas to this shit it left me traumatized
I lost my niggas to this shit I damn near lost my mind
An I might drop a couple tears when I take that ride
But for a fact we going to attack these niggas know we sliding
It's hard to get that get back when all these niggas hiding
Im losing niggas that I love but I can't let them see my pain
I rather hit a nigga block let a nigga see my aim
Why you throwing up the set
What you did for the gang
We was hopping out the bucket like fuck it blow his brains
Lost some niggas to the system
Lost some niggas to the streets
But until they get us all shit we ain't losing when it's beef
Just know karma come around an when it do that bitch creep
An ima nigga in the field so I always keep my heat
Was bouncing out at fifteen you must ain't heard of white sheets
The boys tried to pull me over I was riding with the yick
The car flipped I broke my neck but I hopped out on two feet
I passed out an hit the bounty still throwing up Pz
I bailed out an went home and then went straight to the block
Month later lost Nebby that shit had a nigga loss
Got that call that Melly Died that shit had a nigga soft
Couldn't sleep Couldn't eat because it was heavy on my thoughts
I'm ready to brack it off
Because I was raised around some niggas that don't play that
You going to get that gun took
If you don't wanna spray that
Blood ain't no shooter man that nigga he's a J-cat
We up in the gates pourin 8s like where the drank at
Lil homies hit my phone like thirty where them Ks at
Told them go an aim at a fitted or a face tat
Campanella park no marks I really bang that
Got put on in the gates the same block where I remain at
I could never change up
Youngin got his name up
An I got my change up
Plus I keep my thang tucked
Hopping out busting with that ruger they can't hang wit us
Catch me on the brans turnt up I'm really dangerous
Ima do a nigga dirty for my nigga dirty
I been thinking bout you when I wake up bright an early
I been thinking bout west four lot up on my mind
I lost my niggas to this shit it left me traumatized
I been thinking bout you when I wake up bright an early
I been thinking bout west four lot up on my mind
I lost my niggas to this shit it left me traumatized
I lost my niggas to this shit I damn near lost my mind
An I might drop a couple tears when I take that ride
But for a fact we going to attack these niggas know we sliding
It's hard to get that get back when all these niggas hiding
Im losing niggas that I love but I can't let them see my pain
I rather hit a nigga block let a nigga see my aim
Why you throwing up the set
What you did for the gang
We was hopping out the bucket like fuck it blow his brains
Lost some niggas to the system
Lost some niggas to the streets
But until they get us all shit we ain't losing when it's beef
Just know karma come around an when it do that bitch creep
An ima nigga in the field so I always keep my heat
Was bouncing out at fifteen you must ain't heard of white sheets
The boys tried to pull me over I was riding with the yick
The car flipped I broke my neck but I hopped out on two feet
I passed out an hit the bounty still throwing up Pz
I bailed out an went home and then went straight to the block
Month later lost Nebby that shit had a nigga loss
Got that call that Melly Died that shit had a nigga soft
Couldn't sleep Couldn't eat because it was heavy on my thoughts
I'm ready to brack it off
Because I was raised around some niggas that don't play that
You going to get that gun took
If you don't wanna spray that
Blood ain't no shooter man that nigga he's a J-cat
We up in the gates pourin 8s like where the drank at
Lil homies hit my phone like thirty where them Ks at
Told them go an aim at a fitted or a face tat
Campanella park no marks I really bang that
Got put on in the gates the same block where I remain at
I could never change up
Youngin got his name up
An I got my change up
Plus I keep my thang tucked
Hopping out busting with that ruger they can't hang wit us
Catch me on the brans turnt up I'm really dangerous
Ima do a nigga dirty for my nigga dirty
I been thinking bout you when I wake up bright an early
I been thinking bout west four lot up on my mind
I lost my niggas to this shit it left me traumatized
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Writer(s): Justin Lawson
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