Thirty Clip

(Stribb on the beat) (Ayy, Don, this beat dumb) I was havin' thoughts to myself 'bout My wealth and my health, Uh Niggas know I got these bodies under my belt Uh niggas know I got the trophy for High speed on my shelf ayy, shake somethin' Ayy, watch your tone 'cause I might break somethin' Folks 'nem in tune with them switches They might make somethin' Green light a dude Thirty shots how we gon' wake him If they sleepin' on you still, uh Eat what we kill Know we eatin' what we kill You lookin' like a meal Uh, I'ma drive on this mission You ain't got no wheel Heard that nigga hiding went missing C4 just signed a deal Niggas tryna rob like who? Is you for real? That backdoor shit came from Reckless RIP the real Backdoor shit for real niggas only We don't steal Take something, nigga say you took it It is what it is Ayy, ayy, black Air Forcin' Movin' with caution yeah, I caught a body Then I moved with the Georgians Ayy, catch another beat and then Go Key with the Floridians Ayy, catch another beat and then I be in New Orleans Hey, it's the big Glock toter, opp smoker Bad bitch back broker, the opps broker Up that click clack, man, I Joker The bridge is over Get it out the mud with all my brothers, ayy She say I'm Southern What, you think I'm country? Put The clip inside the K Long live Von, he from the O, ayy You lil' f*ck niggas in my way And nigga, I been the CEO, was crazy Are you worried? Why you in my Business? Knew these niggas was hatin' Call me Mr backdoor, ayy It's the backdoor kicker Walk in, lay them f*ck niggas down Lil' nigga, it's a stick, Uh It was me and Pluto But we knew they would switch up After I f*ck your bitch, I'm Holdin' my wrist up, Go Oh, she sucked C4 dick Then you kissed that ho First she started with a pic Then her Insta' froze, Uh Nutted on that bitch face, my wrist too froze Said she saw my other bitch And it went to blows Yeah, we don't do no fightin' here Bitch said she fucked 4 Why the f*ck you lyin' here? Nigga, I went to sleep on that bed She was lyin' here I'm growin' out my mane, nigga The lion hair Lil' bitch just said I'm fly as F*ck like it's flying gear I was told if I don't give no fucks You not flying here Ayy, once you get inside that pan You gon' fry in here And one spill up out that band Then we out of here, On God