[Intro:]
(30 On The Beat)
[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
I'm gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
You gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
We gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
They gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
I'm gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
You gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
We gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
They gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it up
(Dash)
[Verse 1: Yung Dash]
I'm living in my future, the present is my past
My presence is a present, so you can kiss my ass
I'm gon' fuck it up, I don't give no fucks
Go hard like Flocka, I'ma fuck it up
Uh, you hollerin' insane, you gonna lose your brain
I'm fresh to death, like Listerine
You'll lose your step, a Knight is who'll be
Ballin' number one, guess who that be
I'm ballin' to the left Ginobli
Twenty-four on his chest, no Kobe
Throw it up, smash LB
You could run it, run it like CB
Got 30 On The Beat, always with the heat
He gon' fuck it up, cause we don't give no fucks
Got your main bitch, yea she in the club
Watching the team, cause we don't give no fucks
[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
I'm gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
You gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
We gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
They gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
I'm gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
You gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
We gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
They gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it up
[Verse 2: Chiefy]
Fuck it...all my n***as wit it (gang)
Coolin in the kitchen, 4 door car n***a, let's get it (whip)
Hell yea I spent it, nah n***a, it's not rented (nope)
All clothes authentic, big crowd, no mannequin
One of one, I'm still standing, in the middle (yea)
Your n***a's money all crinkled (yea)
Gas pack and the strip club, and I'm spending racks
Pipe game gave her a heart attack
Flea-flicker, she threw it back
I got the cargo, (whoo) Wells Fargo (whoo)
Your old n***a a retardo (stupid)
Peep the line, I'm soaring
In the post n***a, I'm scoring (yea)
Got your bitch, yea she touring
She fucking, she sucking
Your old n***a, he stuntin', bases loaded, you buntin'
Your old bitch, she dubbin', yea my n***a bout to sub in (gang)
[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
I'm gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
You gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
We gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
They gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
I'm gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
You gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
We gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
They gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it up
[Verse 3: J-Band$]
JB in this bitch, I gotta fuck it up (skrt skrt)
Ten toes down, with that Glock tucked (brrrrt)
When I reach my first mill, I'ma cop a Bentley truck (it's only right)
Gave his ass like ten shots, they had to stitch him up (dummy)
He a goofy, nah I left his ass like Donald Duck (dam dam dam dam)
But that last n***a, he got zipped up
Ambulance came, had to pick him up
I ain't chasing after shit, but a fuckin' buck (gang)
But I may chase after your bitch, if she in fucking luck
Cause all I'm tryna do, is bust a fucking nut (yea)
So, I'ma see how she sucks
If it's nice, best believe I'ma get all in her guts (yea I am)
So I'm gon' fuck it up
[Chorus: 30 On The Beat]
I'm gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
You gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
We gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
They gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
I'm gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
You gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
We gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it
They gon' fuck it up, fuck it up fuck it up
