30 Reasons Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

I should ghostwrite eulogies (death!)

Man, fuck all that internet shit, just shoot at me

Yappin' on the web get borin

Ain't talkin' Nudy beats

All the bread and cheese on the floor, this ain't charcuterie

I been on WhatsApp, chattin' with Ivan

By the hour updates, brother, just keep me tied in

Public press a pagan for pin, then we slidin

This ain't the car that you usually see me drivin

Park the veeky after they start it, shit like a drive-in

Dark thoughts but it's like 7k on this light fit

(Your girlfriend my type beat)

She say it's a tight fit

I say it's aight, bitch

Open up and bite this, though

Can't see you pagans cause my eyes been low

Feel like Gucci in '06 when I light this stove

I know you wanna see defeat but, nigga, I can't fold

Ain't no temperature that exists that could make ice this cold

Nigga, I'm gnarly, radical

Nigga with an attitude

Posted on your avenue

Lookin' for some capital

Probably in some sneakers you can't find unless you tapped into

Some very niche markets in communities you passin' through

Yeah yeah

I got the digits and the addy too

Yeah yeah

She hit me up when she get mad at you

Yeah yeah

I run this shit like Mike O'Malley do

Get inside them guts and make her climb it like the Aggro Crag

I got 30 reasons to cool it in this Heremes bag

Investin' a 10 pack on your hair ain't bad

If you want smoke, we can aerate that, nigga

I got 30 reasons to chill in this Herems bag

Investin' a 10 pack on your hair ain't bad

If you want smoke we can aerate that, nigga

Yeh