I came in with 30
Bitch it ain’t no one on one
Ayy
Yeah
Yeahh...
This shit got me loaded
Empty the clip, then reload it
Hop out the whip
And start spraying my nigga
The f*ck was you saying my nigga
Bitch we do the money hunt
Only the gang
And you is not one of us
I came in with 30
Bitch it ain’t no one on one
It ain’t no hoe in us
Niggas be talking
But that shit be dead
Can’t move with that nigga
I know he a fed
I know he a opp
He gone run to the cops
That Lil boy a fraud
If he said that he not
I move like I drive the bus
I’m hitting stops
F*ck toting a semi
I copped me the chop
I served that shit off my block
F*ck toting a scale
Put that shit on the dot
Nigga he try me get shot
Yeah, I use to talk shit
Now I’m really on top
That Lil nigga ain’t real
Cause I peeped it off top
Used to thumb thru them bills
Now I’m tucking the knot
Oh he got a vest
Well I’m aiming at locks
Presidential my wrist
Like I was Barack
Plugged in my city like I got the hook up
That nigga want beef
Then that nigga get took up
These Niggas be iffy
These niggas be Jake
I only move with the real
I can’t f*ck with the fake
Said he want static
That shit ending tragic
Bro just beat a case
And he still gone get at it
My niggas get active
F*ck talking shit
Bitch we like starting madness
Life of the young
And the rich nigga trap
Nigga I lucked up
Tom got the 12
You get hit with the buck slug
I tried chill and be cool
But niggas was fronting they move
Bustdown like shoot
I’m like who
This shit got me loaded
Empty the clip, then reload it
Hop out the whip
And start spraying my nigga
The f*ck was you saying my nigga
Bitch we do the money hunt
Only the gang
And you is not one of us
I came in with 30
Bitch it ain’t no one on one
It ain’t no hoe in us
Niggas be talking
But that shit be dead
Can’t move with that nigga
I know he a fed
You know I’m loaded
Grams on me
I done popped me a flat
So you know I’m rolling
Oppositions want me dead
Can’t move with the feds
Lean got me moving slow motion
Empty the clip
When I spin the block
No I don't miss a shot
I keep a 50 in any glock
We do the money hunt
Kick a door
We let that glizzy talk
Just did a show, got the backend
I want her face
She want her back beat in
Get out of line, I’m tackling
I tripled the pack
That’s immaculate
Switching my hands
I can’t even pull up my pants
Two guns, Yosemite Sam
He wanna dance
Make em stop fronting his move
Choppa put him in the sand
I’m in the Stu with the chop
Lil bro got the rocket
Whipping the dope till it harden
Face in my lap
While I’m swerving thru traffic
Burning her head, serving this package
I’m in the Stu with the choppa
Lil bro got the rocket
Whipping the dope till it harden
Face in my lap
While I’m swerving thru traffic
Burning her head, serving this package
This shit got me loaded
Empty the clip, then reload it
Hop out the whip
And start spraying my nigga
The f*ck was you saying my nigga
Bitch we do the money hunt
Only the gang
And you is not one of us
I came in with 30
Bitch it ain’t no one on one
It ain’t no hoe in us
Niggas be talking
But that shit be dead
Can’t move with that nigga
I know he a fed
