Pop Smoke - 30 (feat. Bizzy Banks) lyrics

Yo, we Brim, we Brim
We Brim, we Brim, we Blood, uh, uh
We Brim, we Blood,  we Blood
Fuck everybody, fuck everybody
(Fuck everybody, get money)
That's Structure,  Bizzy
Structure gang, Structure gang

Duck (Duck) , pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch  (Pass me the sitchy,  I'm)
Tell 'em, "Come spin my block", tell 'em
"Come send them shots"
You ain't no shooter
(Shooter) , uh, you just tote that chop'
You don't want beef
You just want some props (Uh, uh)
I ain't get touched, how you my opp?
(How you my opp?)
Bitch, I'm too sauced (Too sauced)
Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo walk
(The most I might do is the Woo walk)
And I know they mad, uh (I know they uh)
But please don't act silly
(Please don't act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (Grrah, grrah)
They gon' think I'm a blixky
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

Bitch, I'm a sleaze (Sleaze)
Give a fuck who you be
(Give a fuck who you be)
Yeah, I fuck wit' them real
Niggas who fuckin' wit' me (Let's get it)
Don't ask if I'm GDK
(At all, at all) , nigga, I'm EBK (Nigga
I'm EBK) fuck the judge and the DEA
(Fuck the judge and the DEA) , suck
Dick if you feel a way (Grrah, grrah)
I'm a lil' body but I talk like a
Big body 'cause I put in that pain
I walk with that lil' body but I back out
That big body if you speak on my name
These niggas know nothin' 'bout me
But they gon' keep
Talkin' bout me and that
Shit ain't gon change
I been in a cell and ain't shit you
Can tell me, if you ain't got hands
Invest in 11's toughest nigga in yo' squad
Gon' be tellin'
Now all them niggas that be
With me some felons
I really talk on the beats if
You not in the streets
You won't understand it (At all)
I get the chop' and that nigga gon' panic
Headshot, causin' whole lotta damage (Uh)
Headshot, causin' whole lotta damage
Yeah, I got Leeky wit' me
Ruger wit' me, bitch
We don't spin in no Ubers
And I got Rilla wit' me
Juju wit' me, bitch
We might hit ya' medulla
You can't get busy wit' me, jiggy wit'
Me, demon wit' me, hundo' wit' me, uh
The first nigga actin' silly, catch a figi
Pass the glizzy and just watch how he run
(Watch how he)

Duck (Duck) , pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch (Pass me the sitchy, I'm)
Tell 'em, "Come spin my block", tell 'em
"Come send them shots"
You ain't no shooter
(Shooter) , uh, you just tote that chop'
You don't want beef
You just want some props
I ain't get touched, how you my opp?
(How you my opp?)
Bitch, I'm too sauced (Too sauced)
Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo walk
(The most I might do is the Woo walk)
And I know they mad, uh (I know they uh)
But please don't act silly
(Please don't act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (Grrah, grrah)
They gon' think I'm a blixky
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

Structure, that's swag