30DOLL4H$$

Lyrics

[Intro] How did you get to be in a chair? I was stabbed up by a crackhead, fighting over a stim I would think that that would be the worst experience than, than being in jail Well, it was not really the worst, because it helped straighten me out, so I kind of accepted it And it is possible you lose your mind, your sanity, your soul Everything you own for a three dollar hit You'd kill your mother, father, sister, brother for a three dollar hit You will tell God that you will be saved, and you will rob him from his cross for a three dollar hit, that's all I got say [Verse 1] Ten sofas, ten bitches Ten rocks, niggas on the block Fuck yo' watch, no time zone I get dome in the ice age I bust nuts, and eat Lays On Tuesdays I twist eight She look at me like, "Damn, Kray" I look back like, "What, bitch?" My gold caps look like piss I skateboard, she pop crisp Got gold nut up on her lips I'm zoned out, I daydream Smoke weed, eat ice cream From the east coast with a trap queen That black scale, got black nails Smoke bowl, move like snails [Chorus] Ten bitches, got ten rocks Trap queen, cocaine twat (You lose your mind, your sanity, your soul) Ten bitches, got ten rocks Trap queen, cocaine twat (Everything you own for a three dollar hit) Ten bitches, got ten rocks Trap queen, cocaine twat (You'd kill your mother, father, sister, brother for a three dollar hit) Ten bitches, got ten rocks Trap queen, cocaine twat (You will tell God that you will be saved) Ten bitches, got ten rocks Trap queen, cocaine Glocks (And you will rob him from his cross for a three dollar hit) Bitches, got ten rocks Trap queen, cocaine twat Ten bitches, got ten rocks Trap queen, cocaine twat Got ten Cocaine twat [Verse 2] Switchblades, came down, smoked two J's Seashore, waved out with three slarts Paintings on the wall, money on the floor Antisocial, switch lanes in your bitch Toyota With a hipster foreign bitch, straight up off the fuckin' border Glitter on her ass, pink diamonds on her thighs Shake junt, smoke tree with a stupid cunt Ride around, Nino Brown, watch me sniff the brown Gold links, cheetah, minx, ashes in the sink Fuck you know? Pale bitch, white Iike snow Next stop, like windows down, smoking dro' Ashes on my damn clothes Dirty gold, fuck them boppin' ho's Ten cellphones, thirty house phones Nigga up early, sippin' fuckin' bright and early Fuck with a trap queen on the east coast, ho Deepthroat, young ass ho, nigga, deepthroat, goat, ho [Outro] Nigga fuckin' up this shit on the last part, nigga, had to freestyle it Nigga fuckin' up, man, fuck it Uh, woah, woah And it is possible you lose your mind, your sanity, your soul Everything you own for a three dollar hit You'd kill your mother, father, sister, brother for a three dollar hit You will tell God that you will be saved, and you will rob him from his cross for a three dollar hit, that's all I got say