Up A 30 Lyrics

Watch me up a thirty talking clips or the Rackies

I ain't gon lie I'll tell my girl I hit a hoe if she ask me

Head touching shoulders knees and toes I got her bent on the mattress

She let me fuck and then lil dump whoop just because we was rappers

Yea now she want deno and trelly

But they in love with they girls so I'M a pass her to nelly

Can't forget about bro deezy we been swapping hoes since September

Nah it was August '21 we switched three hoes I remember?

Hit the road for a hundred or better

They wanted Gs about one-fifty I charged eighty a letter

That's forty-five back in my pocket seven-five what I'm spending

You do the math then that's fifty every letter I'm getting

He want a feature and he insecure he made his hoe block me

Watch how I beat his bitch box feeling like spotemgottem

If I was you would block me to it come to Melo hoes flocking

Talking bout the nigga Kay from the Bronx that be whiling

Bro name Mike he only rocking Amiris

My bitch a stallion she calling me her maverick J Terry

No I'm not lying yea I still fuck my old hoes yea I'm serious

One called me yesterday she said drop dick when Im near

Copping pieces off of carder I could spend em

On everything was swiping for Dior and Nintendo's

Punching whips off of turo fiends ain't getting my rentals

You gotta bank nah imma chill Sike tell me yo limit

Bitch them MOs back around

Got money gram and western union finna fuck up the town

It can drop 900 seven times you gotta Navy account?

Keep three you get the rest then imma head back down south