30 (Buddha)

Lyrics

[Intro] Woah Oh (I Promyse) Woah Woah [Chorus] Put thirty on the K as soon as I blew up Shawty get lit off the Buddha She is a fan, she act like she ain't know us These real Van's, let him hold the Ruger's Bikka' done really been down for so long So I reach for the charts and now ya nigga move up Do you really want beef with me? That shit get crazy Turn them to that Drac' and leave Fuck niggas, two plus Ridin' with bad hoes, left with like two plus Y'all are some sad hoes, they like, "Don't do us" (Yeah, uh) They said they hate me but I don't care who does (Who does) We made that text and turned me to the Buddha (Buddha) [Verse 1] I leave out the house with my gun on my hip (Yeah) Gun stay fully equipped (Yeah) On my bro, when I drop, I'ma go on a trip (Yeah) They hate that I'm here, 'cause I'm blowin' so quick, yeah (Yeah) Can't listen to a nigga, gotta listen to yo' own intuition (Yo' own intuition) Beams all on the Glock, so if I see you nigga, I ain't missing I ain't never been perfect, I am not a robot but I've been fixin' Guns just like all these snake ass niggas, they get to hissin' (Hah) [Chorus] Put thirty on the K as soon as I blew up (Thirty on the K as soon as I blew up) Shawty get lit off the Buddha She is a fan, she act like she ain't know us (Hey) These real Van's, let him hold the Ruger's (Hey, hey, hey, hey) Bikka' done really been down for so long So I reach for the charts and now ya nigga move up (Hey, hey, hey, hey) And you really want beef with me? That shit get crazy Turn them to that Drac' and leave Fuck niggas, two plus (Ye', ye', ye', yeah) Ridin' with bad hoes, left with like two plus Y'all are some sad hoes, they like, "Don't do us" (Yeah, ha-ha) They said they hate me but I don't care who does (Who does) We made that text and turned me to the Buddha (To the Buddha) [Verse 2] I'm not like these rappers, I stand on my shit I'm fuckin' his ho while I'm clutchin' my blick It might be a setup 'cause life is a bitch My mo'fuckin' destiny in my midst (Yeah, my midst) I look in the future I'm not supposed to see yet (Not) I'm from the land but that's not where I be at (Woah, oh) I'ma hit it then leave, I don't think I'ma be back (Uh) Feel like the G.O.A.T. [where it's marks where it's three at?] (Uh) Only time I bleed is when I bleed facts (Uh) Got his lick back, I don't think he need that (Uh) Look in the mirror, finally got me back (Uh) Smoking on gas, nigga, I'm where the weed at (Woah) [Verse 3] I'm from that dirty, dirty (Oh) I make money bright and early (Woah) I told that lil' birdy, birdy, "Come here," she get flirty, flirty I put bullets on a menu with a lot of niggas I be serving (Yeah, uh) **Fah-fah** then we dip, ah Turn into a closed curtain (Turn into a closed curtain) I like when they nerdy, nerdy Tired of all the hoes lurkin' If he shoot, it's murder, murder I'ma get my clothes dirty Ain't none of these hoes worthy Can't none of these hoes hurt me (Hurt me) Sympathy for hoes irk me (It irk me) It irk me, it irk me (Yeah) [Chorus] Put thirty on the K as soon as I blew up (Yeah, hah) Shawty get lit off the Buddha (Yeah, yeah, yeah) She is a fan, she act like she ain't know us (Yeah, yeah, yeah) These real Van's, let him hold the Ruger's (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Bikka' done really been down for so long So I reach for the charts and now ya nigga move up (Yeah, I reach for the charts) And you really want beef with me? That shit get crazy Turn them to that Drac' and leave Fuck niggas, two plus (Ah, ah) Ridin' with bad hoes, left with like two plus Y'all are some sad hoes, they like, "Don't do us" They said they hate me but I don't care who does We made that text and turned me to the Buddha [Outro] Woah Woah Oh