Yerk 30

Uh
 We in this bitch, foe, we in this
 This like the 40th L in this bitch, so
 Yerk 30 high, real dirty Sprite
 Bitch, you heard me right
 Live a dirty life, clutch my 30 tight
 Eatin' at the gangster table, splittin' dirty rice
 Bitch, this shit like Cosa Nostra, yeah, 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 with you
 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 to
 You rich, I'm rich as a bitch too
 I'll spin a dub in this bitch too
 And bitch I stay with Sizzle
 We made a lot from little
 Exotic chucks from out the Runtz
 I fill the blunt with Skittles
 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, it's the ritual
 Bitches like pitbulls, I'ma sic at you
 Gotta get you up outta here, we sinkin' you
 Had to hop out the Audi and get the coupe
 Got two Bentleys, them bitches identical
 'Bout to get a Lambo truck when it drop
 Told foenem it's merch, that's on Rock
 That don't mean after that I'm gon' stop
 I might get another 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 your block
 We ain't tryna spot you, that's adios
 Fuck around and get did like Geronimo
 Could see that boy head when you got close
 He was fuckin' with somebody mama, though
 In the street all you got is your honor, though
 Get respect, yeah, that bitch like a pot of gold
 Went to school of hard knocks and graduated
 Yeah, I stayed on the block like the honor roll
 But I stayed bumpin' heads with my mama though
 Started gettin' money, now she think she my homie
 Bought a Glock, I ain't get it from Carlos
 I was livin' two blocks right up off Stoney
 Shoot this bitch broad day if you run up on me
 Two hundred in the crib so I'm comin' home, then
 You ain't even got five hundred to your name
 Couldn't even bury yourself, pussy, run along, then
 Now your mama fucked up, callin' your homies
 And they broke as fuck, tell me what they gon' load in?
 Bullets leave a nigga fucked up like pneumonia
 Nah, nigga got me fucked up, run up on him
 Man, a nigga done lucked up, he ain't a goner
 Man, this bitch done jammed up, I don't want here
 Man, hand me that other bitch, spin the corner
 Man, you on that sucker shit, spin the corner, uh
 Yerk 30 high, real dirty Sprite
 Bitch, you heard me right
 Live a dirty life, clutch my 30 tight
 Eatin' at the gangster table, splittin' dirty rice
 Bitch, this shit like Cosa Nostra, yeah, 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 with you
 I ain't gon' plot against you
 If they turn, I'm hoppin' the fence too
 You'd be surprised
 If you need me, what you find
 I'm like beep beep, GT flyin'
 And I'm knee-deep in these diamonds
 Not yet, you ain't realized
 Got opportunities, you just minimizing
 You just want immunity and you'll disguise in it
 Ooh, I should put one of your eyes in it
 Didn't your granny ever tell you to mind business?
 It's only yours, pussy, close them doors, pussy
 We don't got no two neighbors on the same floor, ain't no recordin', looky
 I smoke exotic, ditched the Runtz, Biscotti or some more Cookie
 That shit you smokin' on a hundred a zip, you can't afford lookin'
 Lil' bro countin' racks he made off sports, he like his own bookie
 I just left from Saks to find the shorts that match my Fendi hoodie
 They offered me 200 racks to wear this clothing line, I should've took it
 I told 'em I need a milli' 'cause I stay fresh as fuck, I was bein' bumptious
 Really I was bein' silly, 'cause that shit was wack as fuck, I ain't even want shit
 Belaire sent my money a couple months ago, I ain't even touched it
 Told 'em I want it full when I go on tour, but that's another subject
 Know I'ma bring the gang but we'll speak later 'cause that's another budget
 Afterparty's 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 a few startin' some', what's all that ruckus?
 Know we gon' go retarded, bitch, it's hundred shots on all our busters
 Yerk 30 high, real dirty Sprite
 Bitch, you heard me right
 Live a dirty life, clutch my 30 tight
 Eatin' at the gangster table, splittin' dirty rice
 Bitch, this shit like Cosa Nostra, yeah, 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 with you
 I ain't gon' plot against you
 If they turn, I'm hoppin' the fence too