30 Clip, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Whaaaa can you put on thirty clip by Kahleel?

I'm bout to tell you right now bitch you ain't never heard thirty clip?

I'ma show you thirty clip

I come around he simmer down

Nigga's all bark no bite one shot put em' down

He taking quarantine seriously six feet under ground

Right, man find it

Uh, look

Look uh

Put a twelve on his back now that nigga Tom Brady

IU nigga's act like Sean McCoy they always moving shady

Like I'm cheating on my barber always want someone to fade me

But I ain't tryna' fight no more this bitch gone spit like it got rabies

Not on the same team why y'all keep tryna' play with me?

Charged it to the game but nigga's still a pay fee

Thirty clip but I let four off now these bullets a to z

Got my license in PA but I'll still spin the DMV

And ain't talking whips, bitch I'm talking sticks

I be with the same dogs like I'm Michael Vick

I could make you disappear and I ain't talking magic tricks

Ain't know all y'all had veneers these fake smiles make me sick

Nigga's out here slimy tryna' cuff and fuck my other bitch

Ion even care my phone is filled with that bitch sucking dick

They like why your attitude stink cuz I been thru some shit

She like why you mad I called you stink

Because you not my bitch

I'll wipe the whole spot bullets mr clean they bald heads

She said I'm not thot, I'm like what you mean need all head

I'm tryna' get some top then get in your spleen

Im tryna' hug that ass just like your favorite jeans

Fourteen I was trapping, I was packing paper I was stacking

He ain't bout that action, I'ma blast em' split him like a fraction

Nigga's out here acting they just capping they ain't really tapped in

My glock like attachments dress her up

Like that bitch into fashion lets talk

Ohh oh I'm super tuff

Not in the gym but I push weight my pockets getting buff

No longer hoop but if you cross me I could get you plucked

And if I walk you down just now you going up

And like the alphabet before a p you gotta get o

Ion trust a soul don't do ballet but I be on my toes

That calm shit getting old I'll send him high if he try hit me low

I ate enough off trapping now my dawg wan' eat I slid a bowl

You nigga's bitches and it really shows

Can't trust you bitches all you bitches hoes

Ion fucking paint but nigga's know I draw

I feel like clit you nigga's rub me wrong

But y'all be really pussy, sensitive act like a clitoris

Don't make me shoot this shit I'm yelling kobe

Ion plan to miss

I'm ambidextrous start showing I'm switching hands and shit

Don't say you planning shit I'll lay you down

If you tryin' stand on shit

Mh-mh like my bitches thick

Wan' see your ass hang from the side when you just tryna' sit

They like why you like big girls? cuz they love eating dick

They like yea he cold, I ain't even sick

My nigga's dress in bape and they all apes and got banana clips

I put shh in an eight and that hit great

Like I did what's his face

That shit was really punching ain't that something

Turned into a case I punch on who I want

And diss whoever ain't nobody safe

Kilo, kilo leel nigga

Right

Let's talk!