30 rounds
I'm finna clown
Red dot got him ducking down
Was a virgin
She f*cking now
Not from the Nap
Fly her out of town
Cross that line now you outta bounds
Deaf pack cause I'm smoking loud
You a fed bitch move around
If you got a strap
Better shoot me now
Cause I'm rolling
Bussin'
Shit might get disgusting
Blood all on my shirt
Cause he acted like he something
But he nothin'
Stuntin'
Acting like he gunnin'
Bro just really shitty
Cause his bitch is out here f*cking
Bitch she bussin'
Bussin'
Shit might get disgusting
Blood all on my shirt
Cause he acted like he something
But he nothin'
Stuntin'
Acting like he gunnin'
Bro just really shitty
Cause his bitch is out here f*cking
Bitch she bussin'
F*cked around and died wrong
F*ck the styrofoam
My mind cold
Suck this dick, she love the way I treat her
She a eater
Smoking dope no Wiz Khalifa, wait
Big bag like I'm moving
Pursuing the check
Run up and flex
Run up and get hit with the tech
Glock too heavy that shit bussin' back
Imma run off and you get nothing back
Bitch I'm cooking up
Look at us
Yeah we looking tough
Look at you
All your squad, looking like some bucks
Big enough, that Glock is big enough
To f*ck you up, better duck
He ain't duck enough
30 rounds
I'm finna clown
Red dot got him ducking down
Was a virgin
She f*cking now
Not from the Nap
Fly her out of town
Cross that line now you outta bounds
Deaf pack cause I'm smoking loud
You a fed bitch move around
If you got a strap
Better shoot me now
Cause I'm rollin'
Bussin'
Shit might get disgusting
Blood all on my shirt
Cause he acted like he something
But he nothin'
Stuntin'
Acting like he gunnin'
Bro just really shitty
Cause his bitch is out here f*cking
Bitch she bussin'
Bussin'
Shit might get disgusting
Blood all on my shirt
Cause he acted like he something
But he nothin'
Stuntin'
Acting like he gunnin'
Bro just really shitty
Cause his bitch is out here f*cking
Bitch she bussin'
Wait
So very rare like a steak, hoe
Gotta white bitch 'cross the border
Getting them pesos
I don't play, hoe
Imma get that cake
No need to bake
Bitch, let's get it straight
Do I need to demonstrate with the K
Imma draw down like I mothaf*ckin' trace
Riding Forgiatos like a mothaf*ckin' race
Do the bleach good I don't ever leave no trace
Wait what he say
I don't even know
I just might pull up in the coupe with yo hoe
Four door, got Noose in the back
Tuggin' on that strap cause I never f*cking lack
Make yo sky black, that's not blue
What you gon' muf*ckin' do
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30 rounds
I'm finna clown
Red dot got him ducking down
Was a virgin
She f*cking now
Not from the Nap
Fly her out of town
Cross that line now you outta bounds
Deaf pack cause I'm smoking loud
You a fed bitch move around
If you got a strap
Better shoot me now
Cause I'm rolling
Bussin'
Shit might get disgusting
Blood all on my shirt
Cause he acted like he something
But he nothin'
Stuntin'
Acting like he gunnin'
Bro just really shitty
Cause his bitch is out here f*cking
Bitch she bussin'
Bussin'
Shit might get disgusting
Blood all on my shirt
Cause he acted like he something
But he nothin'
Stuntin'
Acting like he gunnin'
Bro just really shitty
Cause his bitch is out here f*cking
Bitch she bussin'
F*cked around and died wrong
F*ck the styrofoam
My mind cold
Suck this dick, she love the way I treat her
She a eater
Smoking dope no Wiz Khalifa, wait
Big bag like I'm moving
Pursuing the check
Run up and flex
Run up and get hit with the tech
Glock too heavy that shit bussin' back
Imma run off and you get nothing back
Bitch I'm cooking up
Look at us
Yeah we looking tough
Look at you
All your squad, looking like some bucks
Big enough, that Glock is big enough
To f*ck you up, better duck
He ain't duck enough
30 rounds
I'm finna clown
Red dot got him ducking down
Was a virgin
She f*cking now
Not from the Nap
Fly her out of town
Cross that line now you outta bounds
Deaf pack cause I'm smoking loud
You a fed bitch move around
If you got a strap
Better shoot me now
Cause I'm rollin'
Bussin'
Shit might get disgusting
Blood all on my shirt
Cause he acted like he something
But he nothin'
Stuntin'
Acting like he gunnin'
Bro just really shitty
Cause his bitch is out here f*cking
Bitch she bussin'
Bussin'
Shit might get disgusting
Blood all on my shirt
Cause he acted like he something
But he nothin'
Stuntin'
Acting like he gunnin'
Bro just really shitty
Cause his bitch is out here f*cking
Bitch she bussin'
Wait
So very rare like a steak, hoe
Gotta white bitch 'cross the border
Getting them pesos
I don't play, hoe
Imma get that cake
No need to bake
Bitch, let's get it straight
Do I need to demonstrate with the K
Imma draw down like I mothaf*ckin' trace
Riding Forgiatos like a mothaf*ckin' race
Do the bleach good I don't ever leave no trace
Wait what he say
I don't even know
I just might pull up in the coupe with yo hoe
Four door, got Noose in the back
Tuggin' on that strap cause I never f*cking lack
Make yo sky black, that's not blue
What you gon' muf*ckin' do
I'm finna clown
Red dot got him ducking down
Was a virgin
She f*cking now
Not from the Nap
Fly her out of town
Cross that line now you outta bounds
Deaf pack cause I'm smoking loud
You a fed bitch move around
If you got a strap
Better shoot me now
Cause I'm rolling
Bussin'
Shit might get disgusting
Blood all on my shirt
Cause he acted like he something
But he nothin'
Stuntin'
Acting like he gunnin'
Bro just really shitty
Cause his bitch is out here f*cking
Bitch she bussin'
Bussin'
Shit might get disgusting
Blood all on my shirt
Cause he acted like he something
But he nothin'
Stuntin'
Acting like he gunnin'
Bro just really shitty
Cause his bitch is out here f*cking
Bitch she bussin'
F*cked around and died wrong
F*ck the styrofoam
My mind cold
Suck this dick, she love the way I treat her
She a eater
Smoking dope no Wiz Khalifa, wait
Big bag like I'm moving
Pursuing the check
Run up and flex
Run up and get hit with the tech
Glock too heavy that shit bussin' back
Imma run off and you get nothing back
Bitch I'm cooking up
Look at us
Yeah we looking tough
Look at you
All your squad, looking like some bucks
Big enough, that Glock is big enough
To f*ck you up, better duck
He ain't duck enough
30 rounds
I'm finna clown
Red dot got him ducking down
Was a virgin
She f*cking now
Not from the Nap
Fly her out of town
Cross that line now you outta bounds
Deaf pack cause I'm smoking loud
You a fed bitch move around
If you got a strap
Better shoot me now
Cause I'm rollin'
Bussin'
Shit might get disgusting
Blood all on my shirt
Cause he acted like he something
But he nothin'
Stuntin'
Acting like he gunnin'
Bro just really shitty
Cause his bitch is out here f*cking
Bitch she bussin'
Bussin'
Shit might get disgusting
Blood all on my shirt
Cause he acted like he something
But he nothin'
Stuntin'
Acting like he gunnin'
Bro just really shitty
Cause his bitch is out here f*cking
Bitch she bussin'
Wait
So very rare like a steak, hoe
Gotta white bitch 'cross the border
Getting them pesos
I don't play, hoe
Imma get that cake
No need to bake
Bitch, let's get it straight
Do I need to demonstrate with the K
Imma draw down like I mothaf*ckin' trace
Riding Forgiatos like a mothaf*ckin' race
Do the bleach good I don't ever leave no trace
Wait what he say
I don't even know
I just might pull up in the coupe with yo hoe
Four door, got Noose in the back
Tuggin' on that strap cause I never f*cking lack
Make yo sky black, that's not blue
What you gon' muf*ckin' do
Writer: Anthony Harris
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid