EBK Bckdoe, SSRichh33, Verde Babii - 30 Percent lyrics
[EBK Bckdoe, SSRichh33, Verde Babii - 30 Percent lyrics]
(Ooh, Fetti made this)
This bitch fucking up my mode
I can't think straight
You still got that booboo ass weed
That damn near i was on the road with five
Bitches for like three days
You can ask them last
Niggas 'bout that freeway
Like aye, nigga, shoutout Richie Rich
This bitch got her hand but
She ain't give me shit
Ain't nobody gave me shit when
I was on the 6
She want Jimmy Choo and give me that, bitch
You gon' give me this
Catch me bouncing out the load
Balenciaga toes nigga, this a full G man
This is not no ghost
If I can't get it out the
Bitch then I'ma kick a door
And you niggas still fuck with
And y'all know he told nigga, he is not a
Lil bro just caught another shh
He ain't make no bail
Go and check the scoreboard
You niggas taking Ls
I know these niggas wanna smokе
Me but they nevеr will
Aye, but they not gon' do it
I know some niggas said that they gon' kill
Me but they not gon' shoot it
Why the fuck you flexing with that pole
And you still ain't use it?
Sleazeball, I'm tryna turn her
On to prostitution, Aye
Sleazeball, I'm tryna turn her
On to selling butt
You gon' fuck these tricks for couple bucks
Then you gon' fork it up
Aye, ain't no shooting from the load
We finna foot up
I heard your lil brother in the
County scared to knuckle up
Tryna hotbox this load and
Leave his whip smoking
I'll beat your baby mama down
Until my hip broken
All at your baby mama house
I got blick on me
Like how that nigga told and got
Rolled but that's your big homie?
But aye, nigga, it's me, myself and I
Give it here
This bitch got until I count to five
I might just have to cock my arm
Back and sock her in her eye
I just lost my dead pack, somebody finna die
I just lost my dead pack
I'm finna smoke somebody
Woke up in the pen hella mad
I'm finna poke somebody
If you seen me with them
Niggas it's a throwback probably
Before the Doe I was Lil Lott
You don't know that Mani
Before the Doe I was Lil Lott
But you don't know that though
I only get my weed from
I don't smoke no dope
I just copped six pink 10s, I'm finna
I'm tryna cook a brick in here, Rich
Close that door
Nigga, they can't even take the
Pain so I'm applying pressure
You can catch me with lil
He gon' slide whenever
That nigga said he can move a brick
But I can move it faster
I don't want a 304, I want exotic dancers
This bitch fucking up my mode
I can't think straight
You still got that booboo ass weed
That damn near i was on the road with five
Bitches for like three days
You can ask them last
Niggas 'bout that freeway
Like aye, nigga, shoutout Richie Rich
This bitch got her hand but
She ain't give me shit
Ain't nobody gave me shit when
I was on the 6
She want Jimmy Choo and give me that, bitch
You gon' give me this
Catch me bouncing out the load
Balenciaga toes nigga, this a full G man
This is not no ghost
If I can't get it out the
Bitch then I'ma kick a door
And you niggas still fuck with
And y'all know he told nigga, he is not a
Lil bro just caught another shh
He ain't make no bail
Go and check the scoreboard
You niggas taking Ls
I know these niggas wanna smokе
Me but they nevеr will
Aye, but they not gon' do it
I know some niggas said that they gon' kill
Me but they not gon' shoot it
Why the fuck you flexing with that pole
And you still ain't use it?
Sleazeball, I'm tryna turn her
On to prostitution, Aye
Sleazeball, I'm tryna turn her
On to selling butt
You gon' fuck these tricks for couple bucks
Then you gon' fork it up
Aye, ain't no shooting from the load
We finna foot up
I heard your lil brother in the
County scared to knuckle up
Tryna hotbox this load and
Leave his whip smoking
I'll beat your baby mama down
Until my hip broken
All at your baby mama house
I got blick on me
Like how that nigga told and got
Rolled but that's your big homie?
But aye, nigga, it's me, myself and I
Give it here
This bitch got until I count to five
I might just have to cock my arm
Back and sock her in her eye
I just lost my dead pack, somebody finna die
I just lost my dead pack
I'm finna smoke somebody
Woke up in the pen hella mad
I'm finna poke somebody
If you seen me with them
Niggas it's a throwback probably
Before the Doe I was Lil Lott
You don't know that Mani
Before the Doe I was Lil Lott
But you don't know that though
I only get my weed from
I don't smoke no dope
I just copped six pink 10s, I'm finna
I'm tryna cook a brick in here, Rich
Close that door
Nigga, they can't even take the
Pain so I'm applying pressure
You can catch me with lil
He gon' slide whenever
That nigga said he can move a brick
But I can move it faster
I don't want a 304, I want exotic dancers