Текст песни
1209
What
it
do,
30?
(What
it
do,
30?...)
One
false
move,
you
a
goner
We
was
maskin'
up
before
corona
Young
nigga
hangin'
out
the
Bentley
While
I'm
swinging
'round
the
corner
Paper
tag,
this
is
not
a
loaner
Drug
dealer,
this
one
for
the
owners
This
ain't
for
the
leasers
Tom
Ford
loafers,
you
could
never
tie
my
sneakers
Put
her
on
the
block
list,
I'm
like
"Bye
Felicia"
I
be
on
the
island
with
a
Spanish
mamacita
And
shawty,
she
be
wildin',
it's
no
way
that
I'ma
eat
her
Fuck
her,
I
don't
feed
her,
I
just
fuck
hеr,
I
don't
need
her
I'm
like
"We
just
tryna
win
shit",
Glock,
fourth
gеn
shit
Clear
clip,
extend
shit,
don't
fear
shit,
we
bend
shit
Two
friends
kissin'
on
the
yacht,
that's
like
a
friendship
New
Benz,
when
we
hit
they
block,
we
spinnin'
they're
shit
We
be
ridin'
bulletproof,
'cause
we
be
really
in
shit
He
was
ridin'
bulletproof,
we
shot
it
'til
we
flipped
it
Nigga,
I
was
sturdy
back
when
I
was
dirty
Started
with
an
ounce,
had
20
million
by
the
time
I'm
30
I
was
in
and
out,
deep
in
that
field
where
niggas
die
by
30
Hangin'
with
the
killers
playin'
bye-bye-birdy,
ya'
dig?
Condo
in
Tribeca,
got
my
mom
in
Jersey
I
wish
death
on
anything
that
threaten
me
or
try
to
hurt
me
I
was
rich
as
fuck,
ain't
play
my
cell,
I'm
out
here
bright
and
early
Workout
with
the
lifers
doin'
a
thousand
burpees,
you
dig?
Plain
Jane,
Richard,
five-hundred-eighty
Benz
Shit
expensive,
gotta
watch
the
way
you
shake
my
hand
I
make
the
Richie
match
the
Virgil,
I
just
changed
the
band
They
killed
my
daddy,
I
was
five
and
I
got
made
a
man
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