Lyrics

[Intro] (Hitman Beats) [Chorus] Thirty P's, that ain't nothin', nigga, I done ran through that Countin' money on probation, I'ma still keep my strap Niggas always talkin' heavy 'til I pull up with that MAC Think these niggas is some runners, when they see me kickin' flats I don't make no diss songs, I'm just speakin' 'bout some facts Blowin' Cookie in my lungs, I'm smokin' weed 'til I collapse Miss my brother with that K, that wish that I could bring him back Send an opp to my nigga, when you see him, tell him, "Slatt" [Verse 1] Plottin' on the Benz, I don't really want no Scat Your bitch in my DMs, she be tryna throw that cat Niggas thinkin' that they shooters 'cause they got a couple straps Ask about me with that toolie, I might turn you to a pack Brodie slide down with that shh and leave you flat You got lucky on that bike, I catch you out and it's a wrap Fell in love with my Glock, I'm startin' to think I got attached Dex fiendin' for a body, brodie always on attack Niggas popped my lil' nigga, now they hidin' with they strap Tell them niggas we outside, you can't get away with that Bitch talkin' 'bout she love me, I'ma need you to relax Keep suckin' like you mean it, bust a nut then take a nap Blues stickin' to my pocket like them bitches come with tacks When you speakin' on my name, better speak about them facts Every nigga in my circle got some money and some straps Drinkin' lean got me zooted, add some soda 'cause it's flat [Chorus] Thirty P's, that ain't nothin', nigga, I done ran through that Countin' money on probation, I'ma still keep my strap Niggas always talkin' heavy 'til I pull up with that MAC Think these niggas is some runners, when they see me kickin' flats I don't make no diss songs, I'm just speakin' 'bout some facts Blowin' Cookie in my lungs, I'm smokin' weed 'til I collapse Miss my brother with that K, that wish that I could bring him back Send an opp to my nigga, when you see him, tell him, "Slatt" [Verse 2] Nah, see, I can't never lose Addicted to the money, I fell in love with blues Nah, I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitch 'cause I done laced my shoes Brodie makin' twins with that pressure, make 'em by the twos Ain't no leg shots when we drillin', take that nigga roof Me and Ray fiendin' with that chopper, tryna make the news Nigga said he pressed me when he seen me, nigga, April Fools Me and Danny been had them straps before I bapped the coupe Nigga, stop perpin' on them songs, who you really shoot? Have my shooter hit you with that— make a nigga poof You ain't really active with that Glock, your nigga said you fool Lyin' to that bitch like you ballin', but that ain't the truth Got that bitch on me where I'm at, I got it in the booth You don't never see me with no niggas 'cause these niggas loose Bought a ten of Wocky from my cousin, finna drop a deuce This an AR, hit your block, it's like I dropped a nuke