Lyrics




I'm tryna get my money right
Them broke niggas had me moving wrong
Brother facing life, I'm still praying could've make it home
Sitting out cell, I know that feeling cause you ain't alone
Broke bitch get ignored, it's real, 30 Crip it going on
Bitch get off my phone if you ain't talking bout cheddar
I'm a crip not a pimp so send a bitch like a letter
Gunpowder on my clothes, throw that hoodie in the shredder
My only option was the bus, they had me cornered like checkers
Aye, big bank gucci, I swear I won't out to coochie
Let her try some funny shit, Gucci hoe love my toolie
Leave a nigga body stinking, had him smelling like sushi
You niggas shooting hi-points, me and my Glock feeling boujee
I be flocking, breaking bitches, spit some ism, it ain't that hard
Still'll catch a sucka, snatch his chain, leave him
Bitch we Santa on the block, this a cell we don't depart
G5 tripping on a opp, with that pistol like a retard
I'm plugged in with the plug, shit it cost to be a boss
I was flocking on the daily cause I ain't wanna shop at Ross
Bend the corner, the feds on us, make sure that pistol get tossed
Wipe em down, don't let em see it, hit the dash so they lost
Ain't no clicking up on dead homies, I be in my zone
Bitches get passed back and forth like ping pong
I'm mad they tryna clear smoke, none of that, ain't no bong
I be all through the city windows down playing my song
Stopped by Davis Market, I need some Henny to the neck
I'm not even 21, I'm 18 but this a set
For my set I get love, I'll die for my respect
Fly cripping just to mention, catch me stepping with the jets
To lose them broke habits, they say surround yourself with bosses
Oh bitch you wanna choose, I need a feat, come to my office
Man G5 stay tripping, yeah our stats looking flawless
We bounce back every time from taking critical losses
Aye, cause we them niggas, tell them niggas make some room
Yeah we them niggas, tell them niggas make some space
They heard I'm finna drop, now niggas shaking like bass
They can't compare in these streets, you into a club, I'm a ace
Aye, 30s gang, 30s gang, 30s gang, yeah that part
Been rapping for a year, I'm on your career, you had a head start
You ain't even gotta push me, I be tripping, you niggas push start
Tell that bitch I need her back, the fuck is love with my black heart
Got shot, bounced back, I'm on that same block again
You live by it, die by it, so I took it to the chin
Got locked up, got out, started popping shit again
Flip my swisher off safe, you 30 stick, fuck your
Bitch you don't wanna see me win, dog you out then I leave
Drop the pinky and the thumb, then I'm gon' toss a three
These niggas posing with the pistols, never shots, it's only cheese
These niggas posing with the pistols, never shots, it's only cheese
Aye, 30s gang, 30s gang, 30s gang, yeah that part
Yeah, yeah, yeah that part
30S gang, 30s gang, 30s gang, yeah that part
Yeah



Writer(s): Luis Ake, Ronald N. La Tour, Daveon Lamont Jackson, Kevin Gomringer, Kanye Omari West, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Cydel Charles Young, Brock F. Korsan, Noah D. Goldstein, Mark Anthony Spears, Tim Gomringer Copyright: Universal Music Corp., Cardo On The Beat, Hi Fi Asset Acquisition Co Lp Bmi, Open On Sunday Collections Llc, Sony/atv Allegro, Sony/atv Ballad, Beat Bully Productions, Schoolboy Q Music, Please Gimme My Publishing Inc, Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Sony/atv Music Publishing Allegro (germany) I, Noah Goldstein Music, Bmg Platinum Songs, Mr. Redan, Nasrok Music Publishing, Edition Typewritertunes, Kick The Flame Publishing Gmbh



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