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Promonant - 30 Man (feat. Chapo) Lyrics




Ion care what these bitches saying, I'm just getting these Benji's in
Now I'm getting these bitches in, we just f*cking these bitches friends
F*ck what these niggas saying, we just taking these niggas bands
We'll take ya lil bitch for ransom, like Bush beans I got big cans
Gotta mop that I do a nigga dirty with
Either way I'm hitting niggas with the 30 bitch!
Say I'm hot but I'm cooling with thirty bitches
Gotta glock Bot put two 30s in it
Alpo in the cut that's 30 Man
Big opps run and do the 30 dance!
F*ck the opps I ain't worried man
Shooting pistols like Dirty Dan
On the block with like thirty mans
Bullets flying like birdies, man
Move around, I'll blow ya mans
Trap around, just blowing gas
Riding round with bout thirty bands
Numbanine that's my f*cking mans
Out the window he be upping cans
Make them niggas do the running man
Hit a stain for a couple bands
Drop a nigga, then do the dash
Now I'm walking round with that blue cash
Designer jeans hanging off my ass
F*ck around you gone meet the can, f*ck around you gone meet my mans
I ain't f*cking round with these bitch niggas
I ain't f*cking round with these snitch niggas
I ain't f*cking round with these thot bitches
I ain't f*cking round with these opp niggas
Can't f*ck with none of them opp bitches
They'll f*ck around and then set you up
Call you up and then let you f*ck, cross ya out and then wet ya up
Ion give a f*ck, Imma savage nigga
Pull up just blasting niggas!

Since my cousin passed away shit ain't never been the same
Niggas dying everyday taking legends from the game
Niggas wanna take my life and find me sleeping in a grave
Bow my head unto the lord and let me speak this holy grace
30 murders in a week
Silent killers carry heat
Testify against a crime they'll find you sleeping in the streets
Still abiding by the gun can't understand through all the pressure
Lose your mind take some time put a stop with the oppressors
I see death around the corner
I see death all around me
I see death around the corner man this shit so astounding
I'm dumbfounded, my nigga
The night is over cuz
Hold up scrub
Walking over tracks just like an overdub
Criminal minded shaking the block
Move in a circle you down to get popped
Strapped with the ratchet its already cocked
Mamas wonder when this shit finna stop
Hop out the whip gripping the clip
Niggas a trip
They busting out rounds
Shots out the barrel who gunning him down
Shots fired man down man down
The pressure is real in the Port City
Won't find this shit on the TV
Lives taken from a family member
Niggas catching bodies on repeat
Losing yourself to the wrong niggas might have yo ass sitting 10 feet
Seen all my homies fall slave to the dope and done gave up they life for a pair of sneaks
Me and Chap got the streets hot
Niggas pray I let the beat drop
You would think we wearing white hoods
Hanging niggas by the treetops
30 man army don't find us alarming we coming to f*ck the whole game up
Port City soldier we came from the bottom my nigga so how can you blame us
Grind and hustle just to get the money
F*ck a bitch get a check stack them hunnids
Where the real niggas at they going under
Wish a f*ck nigga would take it from us
I don't what's coming for me but I know its coming till then keep it 100
Its a dirty world its a dirty game never change gotta get away from it
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Ion care what these bitches saying, I'm just getting these Benji's in
Now I'm getting these bitches in, we just f*cking these bitches friends
F*ck what these niggas saying, we just taking these niggas bands
We'll take ya lil bitch for ransom, like Bush beans I got big cans
Gotta mop that I do a nigga dirty with
Either way I'm hitting niggas with the 30 bitch!
Say I'm hot but I'm cooling with thirty bitches
Gotta glock Bot put two 30s in it
Alpo in the cut that's 30 Man
Big opps run and do the 30 dance!
F*ck the opps I ain't worried man
Shooting pistols like Dirty Dan
On the block with like thirty mans
Bullets flying like birdies, man
Move around, I'll blow ya mans
Trap around, just blowing gas
Riding round with bout thirty bands
Numbanine that's my f*cking mans
Out the window he be upping cans
Make them niggas do the running man
Hit a stain for a couple bands
Drop a nigga, then do the dash
Now I'm walking round with that blue cash
Designer jeans hanging off my ass
F*ck around you gone meet the can, f*ck around you gone meet my mans
I ain't f*cking round with these bitch niggas
I ain't f*cking round with these snitch niggas
I ain't f*cking round with these thot bitches
I ain't f*cking round with these opp niggas
Can't f*ck with none of them opp bitches
They'll f*ck around and then set you up
Call you up and then let you f*ck, cross ya out and then wet ya up
Ion give a f*ck, Imma savage nigga
Pull up just blasting niggas!

Since my cousin passed away shit ain't never been the same
Niggas dying everyday taking legends from the game
Niggas wanna take my life and find me sleeping in a grave
Bow my head unto the lord and let me speak this holy grace
30 murders in a week
Silent killers carry heat
Testify against a crime they'll find you sleeping in the streets
Still abiding by the gun can't understand through all the pressure
Lose your mind take some time put a stop with the oppressors
I see death around the corner
I see death all around me
I see death around the corner man this shit so astounding
I'm dumbfounded, my nigga
The night is over cuz
Hold up scrub
Walking over tracks just like an overdub
Criminal minded shaking the block
Move in a circle you down to get popped
Strapped with the ratchet its already cocked
Mamas wonder when this shit finna stop
Hop out the whip gripping the clip
Niggas a trip
They busting out rounds
Shots out the barrel who gunning him down
Shots fired man down man down
The pressure is real in the Port City
Won't find this shit on the TV
Lives taken from a family member
Niggas catching bodies on repeat
Losing yourself to the wrong niggas might have yo ass sitting 10 feet
Seen all my homies fall slave to the dope and done gave up they life for a pair of sneaks
Me and Chap got the streets hot
Niggas pray I let the beat drop
You would think we wearing white hoods
Hanging niggas by the treetops
30 man army don't find us alarming we coming to f*ck the whole game up
Port City soldier we came from the bottom my nigga so how can you blame us
Grind and hustle just to get the money
F*ck a bitch get a check stack them hunnids
Where the real niggas at they going under
Wish a f*ck nigga would take it from us
I don't what's coming for me but I know its coming till then keep it 100
Its a dirty world its a dirty game never change gotta get away from it
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Writer: Jacquez Johnson, Sayvor Cromartie
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