Wanksta (30WAY) Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
You feel' me
You feel' me
I'm finna go crazy on this motherfucker, you feel me
Yeah, free the 30, goddammit
Strength
Yeah, we want the smoke with any men
30, we dangerous
We pop his top and get him gone
We smokin' angel guts
These niggas crumble on my mama
They can't hang with us
I got that good shit over here, man
You can shop with us
My glizzy stay so close to me
It's like a magnet, bruh
We leave the beef up in these streets
Turnt him to Casper, yeah Shorty throwin' ass all on my lap
And I'm gon' smack it, yeah
I pop out in traffic, I catch him
I'm gon' splash him, yeah
See the glizzy catchin' him
His nigga's cryin', we laugh at him
Send a bitch and I'm patchin' her
On the score, we been wackin' shit
Clappin' shit, you should know
We been puttin' him in them caskets, bitch
What
They been gettin' put in them caskets, bitch
We want the smoke with any men
30, we dangerous
We pop this top and get him gone
We smokin' angel guts
These niggas crumble on my mama
They can't hang with us
I got that good shit over here, man
You can shop with us
Huh, 30, we dangerous
Nigga, 30, we dangerous
Huh, 30, we dangerous
We want the smoke with any men
30, we dangerous
We want the smoke with any men
30, we dangerous
We pop this top and get him gone
We smokin' angel guts
These niggas crumble on my mama
They can't hang with us
I got that good shit over here, man
You can shop with us
Yeah, you can shop with us
Or you can come get dropped by us
Bitch, we be poppin' up, poppin' shit
And we fuck it up
Bitch, we be poppin' shit
Hoppin' out of a movin' trucks
And yeah, I finger fuck 40
Yeah, she be quick to bust
We stand on business
On missions, yeah, we be suited up
Don't get it twisted
Broad daylight, boy, yeah, it a go right up
You spot him, drop him
Catch him, patch him
Don't never spare him
You gotta blast it
Make sure he feel it
Aim at his melon
Now back to business
We in them trenches
Posted with glizzies
My lil' niggas got ARPs
Them bitches glitchin
Hittin' niggas and bitches
Spittin' wigs and fitteds
And, we come with 250
Onna score we up plenty yeah
We want the smoke with any men
30, we dangerous
We pop his top and get him gone
We smokin' angel guts
These niggas crumble on my mama
They can't hang with us
I got that good shit over here
And you can shop with us
Huh, 30, we dangerous
Nigga, 30, we dangerous
Huh, 30, we dangerous
We want the smoke with any men
30, we dangerous
Yeah, you feel me
Huh
Y'all know how to fuck
I'm comin' on this motherfucker
You feel me
This that big westside 30 on street shit
Yeah, free the 30, goddammit
Yeah
Yeah, free Mooda G, goddammit
Free Lil' Roy out there, motherfucker
Free Lil' Rue out that bitch
Yeah, free Jesse Get Messy out that bitch
Yeah, free C-Town out that
Bitch too, nigga
Yeah, you feel me
Strength
