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Yerk 30

 

Yerk 30

(album: Still Swervin - 2019)


Yerk thirty high
Real dirty sprite
Bitch you heard me right
Live the dirty life
Clutch my thirty tight
Eatin at the gangsta table splittin dirty rice
Bitch this shit like Cosa Nostra yea you heard it right
Might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right
I made a lot out a little
I ain't gon' hop out I'm witchu
I ain't gon' plot against you
If they turn I'm hoppin the fence too

I started out with nothin
I ain't have a pot to go piss too
You rich I'm rich as bitch too
You spent a dub in this bitch too
And bitch I stay with Sizzle
We made a lot from little
Exoctic chunks from out the runts I fill the blunt with skittlez
And bitch this clique don't fit you pause, suck a dick too
You know I stay glued to this pistol cock that bitch back its ritual
Bitches like pitbulls Imma stick at you
Gotta get you up out we sick of you
And I hop out the Audi and get the coupe
Got two Bentleys them bitches identical

Bouta get a Lambo truck when it drop
Told foenem it's merch that's on Roc
That don't mean after that I'm gon' stop
I might get anotha whip if it's more hot
You know I ain't gotta ride with the door locked
Got some shit on my lap like a robot
So I gotta bust a left at the roadblock bust a right hop out on yo block
We ain't tryna spot you that adios
Fuck around and get dead like geronimo
Couldn't see that boy head when you got close
You was fuckin with somebody mama tho
In the street all you got is yo honor tho
Get respect yea that bitch like a pot of gold
Went to school with hard knocks and graduated
Yea I stayed on the block let the honor roll
And I stayed bumpin heads with my momma tho
Started gettin money next thing she my homie
Bought a glock I ain't get it from Carlos
I was livin two block right up off Stony
Shoot this bitch broad day if you run up on me
Two hunnit in the crib so I'm comin home then
You ain't even got five hunnit to ya name
Can't even bury yaself pussy run along then
Now ya momma fucked up callin ya homies
And they broke as fuck tell me what they gon' loan
But it's leave a nigga fucked up like pneumonia
Nah nigga got me fucked up run up on em
Nigga done lucked up if he hadn't a gon
This bitch done jammed up I don't want ha
Now hand me that other bitch spin the corner
Now you on that sucka shit spin the corner

Yerk thirty high
Real dirty sprite
Bitch you heard me right
Live the dirty life
Clutch my thirty tight
Eatin at the gangsta table splittin dirty rice
Bitch this shit like Cosa Nostra yea you heard it right
Might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right
I made a lot out a little
I ain't gon' hop out I'm witchu
I ain't gon' plot against you
If they turn I'm hoppin the fence too

You'll be surprised if you meet me whatchu find
I'm like beep beep GT flyin
And I'm knee deep in the diamonds
Not yet you ain't realizin
Got opportunities you just minimizin
You just want immunity and were disguised in it
Ou I should put one in yo eyes
Did yo granny ever tell you to mind yo business
Only yours pussy close them doors pussy
We don't got no two neighbors on the same floor ain't no recording lookin
I smoke exoctic this the runtz, biscotti, or some more cookies
That shit you smokin on a hunnit a zip you can't afford lookin

Lil bro countin racks he made off of sports he like his own bookie
I just left from Saks to find the shorts that match my Fendi hoodie
They offered me two hunnit racks to wear this clothing line I shouda took it
I told them I need a milli cause I stay fresh as fuck I was being bumtious
Really I was being silly that shit was wack as fuck I ain't even want shit
Bellaire sent my money a couple months ago I ain't even touch it
Told em I want it full when I go on tour but that's another subject
Know Imma bring the gang but we'll speak later cause that's anotha budget
After parties booked that's another quarter just to go out in public
Know foenem tryna fuck with all the hoes and shit so I'm like fuck it
Everybody came to party but if you startin sum what's all that ruckus
Know we gon' go retarded bitch it's a hunnit shots on all our buses

Yerk thirty high
Real dirty sprite
Bitch you heard me right
Live the dirty life
Clutch my thirty tight
Eatin at the gangsta table splittin dirty rice
Bitch this shit like Cosa Nostra yea you heard it right
Might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right
I made a lot out a little
I ain't gon' hop out I'm witchu
I ain't gon' plot against you
If they turn I'm hoppin the fence too

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