30 ROUNDS ft. NuTron Lyrics

Since I've been in my bag, I had to distance myself, I'm sorry

Keep my head down, then watch my money spread like the cooties

I keep my circle tight, it's always paper, like loose leaf

Money, talk my shit, it stink like dookie

I'm in the suburbs, I'm fuckin' on bitches that boujee

I come with problems, there's 30 of them in this Uzi

We left em guey like some pudding,

Club inside my truck I hit the corner she start looking

I'm clean, I ain't touch no bookies

Going pro, I ain't never been rookie

Rush up, duck down these bushes

I couldn't tell you what took him

She bad, but she don't do no cooking

She smoke, but she don't do no cooking

Type bih get you smoked just for lookin

I'm burning up these cookies

Got trap house smelling like pussy

We causing static, we pushin'

My AK give out whoopins

Applying pressure, no cushion

Got motion in this game like Rooks

My neighborhood loves its crooks

She still stuck with me like hooks

Her ass is my rabbit's foot

They say its trap, it ain't jumping

It ain't live like it used to

I got all my buttons by my side I'm ready

Sig Sauer, or that Mac 11

Make spaghetti on your shirt

When we talk she get violent we get petty

My mind is feeling reckless

Ocean tide on my necklace

I'm always eating seconds

Her body popping, it's a blessing

on God

On God,

Yeah, it's like shit I wish

I don't really give a what you say, huh

So rich, I don't know the tragedy

Step out the mirror, die today

Play in the Streets, like Rodwave

Fatty bitch, huh

Yeah, yeah, you built like Rodwave, huh

This ain't Yeat, but we gon' bend them sideways,

huh, this aint my bitch, huh

She gon' do what I say

My way, yeah, we gon' do it my way, huh

huh Yeah, the opps, we gon' have to annihilate, huh

Late for class, huh

I don't give a fuck if I'm late

had to wear some sun glassess, its a whole lotta MIA

huh huh wait yeah you better wait

Let me calm down huh

That means use your meditation a, uh, uh, uh