Lyrics Dirty 30s (feat. Bigga Rankin) - 420 Stunna

See shit I can't understand, niggas keep complaining man
They can't do this, they can't do that
Niggas won't give em this, niggas won't give em that
Nigga go out there and get this bag nigga
Go out there and put the effort nigga

Had a Bentley before thirty (way before thirty)
My old school sitting on them thirties
New glock, I'm with a thirty
My nigga Tango seven thirty (yea, yea, yea)

We came up on selling perkies, them blue thirties
Come to my city buy a birdy all them bitches dirty
Everything I'm driving clean but it's still dirty
Even when the crackers out we be still swerving
Even when the trap slow, we be still serving
Hit the mall and blow and bag, I just keep splurging
Hit the club and make it rain them bitches keep twerking
Tell a hater suck my dick cause Imma keep working
Nigga be tryna ride my wave but Imma keep surfing
When I run into your bitch Imma make her keep slurping
Keep the hips, I want the lips Bitch keep slurping
I just re'd up on the bird, same price as a Birkin
Selling molly for the low I got the city chirping
You wanna front don't hit the line that shit outta service
You get the money call me back when you tryna purchase
Serving pink fentanyl same color Kirby
I'll shut your trap down and have your pockets hurting
I'll cut your water off and have the block thirsty
I'll crash a nigga shit like I'm at the derby
New whip, skirt, skirt and that bitch Skirting
I really want a Maybach just to close the curtain
But I ain't tryna go to sleep we just keep working
Cause it get real in the streets everybody lurking
I gotta nigga fighting traffic, nigga fighting murder
I'm pretty sure he beat the murder they don't find the burner
I gotta dog selling weed, a dog flipping burgers (foreal)
Somebody putting it up they nose, somebody rolling dirty
Somebody shooting it in they arm, somebody popping thirty
I had a bentley before thirty (yea, yea, aye, aye)
My first birdy it was dirty (it was muthafuckin dirty)
I ain't cry, I went to working (I went to working nigga)
Now my old plug nervous (foreal, yea)
My whole family in the streets I soaked it up early
Now I'm the one to fly the flag the one to rock the jersey
Tell Dred I need the plates, but he can keep the curry
Tell them boys I need it now so hurry up and serve me
You get a clean thirty-six, you know the six dirty
Tried to play me like a clown, like I work for the circus
Tryna knock me off my groove like I ain't got a purpose
Lil nigga 5'6 but he riding thirties

Had a Bentley before thirty (aye,yea)
My old school sitting on them thirties (yea)
New glock, I'm with a thirty (yea)
My nigga Tango seven thirty (yea)