30 (Feat. Tave)

Keep a 30 M safe at the crib
Ridin round town big glitter big drip
Wok hard on me keep it low how it is
Got more money since I got no friends
Step on his bitch cause I'm rockin my timbs
Don't help me profit it don't make no sense
It's my time to pop it, everyone telllin me drop it
Cause nobody make it like this
Keep a 30 round drum if ya man try sum
He a bum now he got no lungs
Heart so cold never need no tums
The bitch like gold but the bitch get nun
Flow so cold never hear no gums
Shot to ya dome now you sound a lil dumb
Hoes in the roto
Dough by the boatload
I don't even know no mo

30 for 30
I'm shootin for birdie
I'm shootin like 30
That mean I'm like curry
Throw out the jury
I'm never gon rot
That's my attorney
He's all that I got
Copped a new crib
I picked out the locks
Carry a tin
It stay in my sock
Not like I love it I call it a job
30 more plays I'll retire my mom

I been countin loads of money
Made 30 today I'll make 30 tomorrow
Go pick out an O of somethin
I'll scatter your brain n I'll clean up tomorrow
Peep how ya nose is runnin
Peep how bros is runnin
From me in my car
Sit down n roll me somethin
I'm smokin like a 30 a day I might need me some more

O.K. this is tave
I'm back up in this game
But this time Ima stay
Except I'm changin' lanes
And that's the main, difference
Between me and all these other bitches
I ain't kiddin', I been wit it
Since the kids in my village ain't have ceilings
But now I'm blowin' past 'em
Movin faster as I'm stackin' up my millions
Rackin' guns on these civilians
Wit how much blood I'm spillin
They been callin' me a villain
And I'm 'boutta load up this clip wit 'bout 30 rounds
I might pull up to your house and burn it down
And If you keep runnin' your mouth
Best believe the whole team finna run yo ass out
We can see it on your face, dog, you lookin' like a clown
Whole team makin' moves, everything we do is loud
And at 15, takin' shots of 30/30
Shots on shots did me so dirty
Hop in the car and now I'm swervin
Thank God I only lived a block away
Or I might not be here today
To let yall know it ain't worth it
To chug that liq' when you start hurtin
You gotta find a different way to deal with all the pain
Treat each day as a brand new day to better yourself
Don't worry bout the notches up under your belt
All grace to God when I ask for help
Please save our souls if nothin' else
Man, there's only 30 days up in a month
I expect you to get the fuck up
And start puttin' in work 'for your time runs up
Man, I'm tired of workin
It ain't workin' out
That's why I'm askin' God
What is my purpose now

I been countin loads of money
Made 30 today I'll make 30 tomorrow
Go pick out an O of somethin
I'll scatter your brain n I'll clean up tomorrow
Peep how ya nose is runnin
Peep how bros is runnin
From me in my car
Sit down n roll me somethin
I'm smokin like a 30 a day I might need me some more

30 plus
Juss for some drugs
He came in the game it ain't show him no love
Told him it's lethal
Just stick to the reefer
But he didn't listen he live wit a beeper
I came wit a sleeper
N woke up em all up
Went from a scrub to them showin love
Told em to stop
I came pop I stop drop n let that shit roll

Me and the dogs
We eatin' it up
We don't give a fuck
What you speakin' of
You know we be workin
Cause this is our purpose
We just scratched the surface
Of what's even worth it
We built for the service
We servin' em beats
Put us on a mic
Watch us turn to a beast
We servin' em beats
Put us on a mic
Watch us turn to a beast

I been countin loads of money
Made 30 today I'll make 30 tomorrow
Go pick out an O of somethin
I'll scatter your brain n I'll clean up tomorrow
Peep how ya nose is runnin
Peep how bros is runnin
From me in my car
Sit down n roll me somethin
I'm smokin like a 30 a day I might need me some more



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Writer(s): Cole Cintas
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