[Intro: 3200 Tre]
She like the way I rap 'cause every bar real, c'mon
I'm in a–, c'mon
It's Thirty (I'm so proud of you, Caasi)
C'mon, It's Thirty

[Verse 1: 3200 Tre]
Hm, she like the way I rap 'cause every bar real
Hm, whatever I can't hold, the car will
Hm, I'm in here making bricks do a cartwheel
My shoe full of dope and Carolina, this a Tar Heel
Hm, Kidd told me, "This the one", he think the beat groovy
Did some shit I can't respect, that's all love, but I don't speak to him
Hm, I don't think this n***a solid, I can see through him
Hm, I'm ridin' 'round with fifty grams if you see me cruisin'
Hm, I can't do this shit myself, it's a team effort
Hm, how the shirt cost this much and it got three letters?
I'on like the way your litter look, my brothеr breed better
I done said somе shit that you was thinking of, but it seem clever

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Yeah, I stopped drinking lean, it's a clean beverage
And I know my dope clean 'cause the fiends stretched it
3200 for my jeans, I'm Celine stepping
Hm, I'm just tryna build a roster, call it team preppin'
Fuck a beam, I put a camera A.R.P
Snapshot a n***a face before I shoot him in his teeth
We out here tryna get some money, but we ain't clueless to the beef
Baby 'K kinda stutter, but it's fluent when it speak
I'm the type to go and get the bag and split it with the hood
Told brodie, "It's a bet", long as the money on the wood
Come from a small city, but I'm big dude like I'm Bug
You would cut your hands off and wear mine's if you could
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Caught a body at a dice game, now I'm in Crime Stoppers
My bitch smart as fuck, she give me brain, I don't mind knowledge
My old bitch was a ho, but I don't mind mileage
The clip inside the gun on the nightstand
The clip inside the gun longer than a mic stand
I'm screaming, "Fuck that n***a up, Gramz", I'm his hype man
I'm really good in the 6, yeah, I'm Mike mans, huh
I'm finna go pipe a long–, whan, whan, hold on
Huh, I'm finna go and fuck me a fine model
In the club with an attitude, hit you wit' a Patron bottle, damn
It ain't bust, it's a strong bottle
I'on crack, fold or bend on Foamposites
Screamin', "Fuck the OG", now you a whole hostage
296 thousand dollars, that's my whole closet