30 On Me ft. Leekflexin Lyrics

(Enviyon On The Mix)

(Jonathan?)

Yeah, no hook shit, look

Look, aye

Aye, we on some hot shit

Aye, who the fuck up in that whip? They don't know I got the mop stick

What the fuck they gonna do?

Pulled up on niggas that's talking and then they had stopped it

I got some cash in my pocket, I'm finna go spend it, I'm finna go cop me a rocket

You listening and you don't like me just stop it

Gang with me, I just know if a nigga try me then this 30' gon stop all the talking

I got the thirty on my hip

Thirty on me and lil bro got the fifty on him, we done let eighty shots out the whip, on gang

Look, I'm really with it

If she wanna fuck she got to bring a bitch, I ain't with that texting shit

I'm never gon' text no bitch, I'm tryna get rich

I put it on God me and Leek ride with the rod

We probably gon' pick up yo' bitch

Leeky trappin' hard

That's on my momma if 12 get behind us we dodging that charge

I promise we gon' make it far

Pass me da Percocet, nigga don't pass me the bar, lil nigga I'm wilding

Folks ass really be riding in eight-hundred-horsepower cars

And in my city you better stay busy, young niggas be riding with four-hundred shots

Don't get up with me, you better stay cool 'cause nigga I'm gon' make it hot

Boy, when I get bored Imma go fuck on his sister, that bitch got me hard like a rock

Oh, you gotta thirty? My Glock got a fifty and I got a nigga that came from Iraq

When we in that Beamer folks ass wilding, he really be driving like he off the Wock

Like, nigga, watch out for the cops, I'm tweaking on gang

Police keep asking me who the fuck did it?

I don't even know anything but my name, the fuck?

I'll go hop in a Range, go pick up yo' shorty and get me some brain

Niggas be missing, like, nigga you never had aim in the first place

Fuck is you saying? The fuck is you doing? I ain't even trippin'

Imma just hop in some' fast, pretend like I'm dipping, but nigga I really am not though

Imma hop in the whip, roll me a blunt, then Imma get me some top though

I just been chilling, I'm focused on money and music, I swear I been dodging up bop hoes

Aye

And I want some more money, I want me a lot though

Play with lil shorty, I'm calling the vatos

I'm just kidding, I still got my Glock though

And I got accurate aim, nigga I aim for his brain, I aim for his taco

Nigga, what's up with yo' dawg? Folks ass fucking his bitch, he never gon' stop though, look

I just been chilling, I'm focused on money and music, these niggas is never the same

Riding with drums and sticks, this shit is a case, like, we was just playing a game

Don't crash out, you'll get left in the past like folks ass, damn what's his name?

I just want money, I don't want the fame

Folks ass fucking his bitch, same