1 HMM
[Intro]
It's Thirty, come on
Come on, mm, alright (Elmo, what the fuck?)
[Verse]
My n***a Elmo cooked the beat, I gotta tweak on it
I'on think my Twitter slap, I don't Tweet on it
The dope ain't clean if you cannot put your feet on it
I'll never do a show without my heat on me
I blew the engine in my Charger, they put a Jeep on me
I done woke the whole house up, how you sleep on me?
This bitch ride dick like a frog, she damn near leaped on me
Pussy squirt, I'on care how you feel, I think you pee'd on me
I'on think you n***as understand where I be comin' from
I tried to blow my blick but the bitch jammed, I grabbed another gun
Shit crazy, you woulda thought I went to band, I seen a hunnid' drums
You gettin' hands from every n***a in the van, we don't do one on ones
What the fuck? My doctor think I'm retarded, I'm sayin, "Fuck my lungs"
Everything I say gon' hit a lil' harder, I'm really from the slums
This bitch mouth ain't got a tooth, she tryna give me gums
When I leave my house, it ain't for one swerve, I got like twenty runs
I'm not a scammer but I'm sittin' on eleven accounts
They don't know I'm sittin' in my living room, it look dead in the house
I got a pretty face freak wit' a mess in her mouth
Don't really care for the coochie, but I mess wit' her mouth
Come on, how you speak on n***as havin' and you never had it?
My face hot, they know me everywhere, I be in traffic
Just 'cause you think you a bad bitch, don't mean you a bad bitch
Like if your n***a makin' pape', you 'pose to help him stack it
Bro got rich off sellin' ice, I call it mathematics
I'on fuck wit' politics, I fuck wit' debit crackers
If they had a real n***a test, I bet I pass it
Bro on fire wit' the ball, I'm not gon' let him pass it
Alright, I got tired of playin' for fun, I switched the game mode
I ain't have time hit the crib, so I couldn't change clothes
You ain't got no real 'za, you sellin' sprayed 'bows
Everything 'bout me dark but my chain glows
Nobody speak when they see me, I got a mug to me
My head fucked up, I'm traumatized, just give a hug to me
That shit weak, they don't try to solve they problems, they just run to me
How the fuck do I owe you? You ain't give nothin' to me
When everybody left, the pape' the only thing that showed love to me
I just squared up wit' life, they threw gloves to me
Prayed to God for a bag, he threw a plug to me
I told 'em I, "Wasn't poppin' out", they brought the club to me
I'm my number one fan, I like to hear myself
I'm one of them, I'll pay me for a feature, then clear myself
I don't need nobody else to make me happy, I can cheer myself
If I can pop up somewhere, I'll appear myself
Okay, I was wrappin' up shit, before I rapped a bar
The fuck you mean, I can't drive? I never crashed the car
When we fuck, she gotta put her bonnet on, so I don't snatch her part
The bitch you wit' not a fan of your music, she don't rap your part
[Outro]
Like when you play your part on the song wit' us, she still be rappin' our shit
Haha, 'cause we the Real Money Counter, MINE Boyz, bitch
Yeah, that's good
It's Thirty, come on
Come on, mm, alright (Elmo, what the fuck?)
[Verse]
My n***a Elmo cooked the beat, I gotta tweak on it
I'on think my Twitter slap, I don't Tweet on it
The dope ain't clean if you cannot put your feet on it
I'll never do a show without my heat on me
I blew the engine in my Charger, they put a Jeep on me
I done woke the whole house up, how you sleep on me?
This bitch ride dick like a frog, she damn near leaped on me
Pussy squirt, I'on care how you feel, I think you pee'd on me
I'on think you n***as understand where I be comin' from
I tried to blow my blick but the bitch jammed, I grabbed another gun
Shit crazy, you woulda thought I went to band, I seen a hunnid' drums
You gettin' hands from every n***a in the van, we don't do one on ones
What the fuck? My doctor think I'm retarded, I'm sayin, "Fuck my lungs"
Everything I say gon' hit a lil' harder, I'm really from the slums
This bitch mouth ain't got a tooth, she tryna give me gums
When I leave my house, it ain't for one swerve, I got like twenty runs
I'm not a scammer but I'm sittin' on eleven accounts
They don't know I'm sittin' in my living room, it look dead in the house
I got a pretty face freak wit' a mess in her mouth
Don't really care for the coochie, but I mess wit' her mouth
Come on, how you speak on n***as havin' and you never had it?
My face hot, they know me everywhere, I be in traffic
Just 'cause you think you a bad bitch, don't mean you a bad bitch
Like if your n***a makin' pape', you 'pose to help him stack it
Bro got rich off sellin' ice, I call it mathematics
I'on fuck wit' politics, I fuck wit' debit crackers
If they had a real n***a test, I bet I pass it
Bro on fire wit' the ball, I'm not gon' let him pass it
Alright, I got tired of playin' for fun, I switched the game mode
I ain't have time hit the crib, so I couldn't change clothes
You ain't got no real 'za, you sellin' sprayed 'bows
Everything 'bout me dark but my chain glows
Nobody speak when they see me, I got a mug to me
My head fucked up, I'm traumatized, just give a hug to me
That shit weak, they don't try to solve they problems, they just run to me
How the fuck do I owe you? You ain't give nothin' to me
When everybody left, the pape' the only thing that showed love to me
I just squared up wit' life, they threw gloves to me
Prayed to God for a bag, he threw a plug to me
I told 'em I, "Wasn't poppin' out", they brought the club to me
I'm my number one fan, I like to hear myself
I'm one of them, I'll pay me for a feature, then clear myself
I don't need nobody else to make me happy, I can cheer myself
If I can pop up somewhere, I'll appear myself
Okay, I was wrappin' up shit, before I rapped a bar
The fuck you mean, I can't drive? I never crashed the car
When we fuck, she gotta put her bonnet on, so I don't snatch her part
The bitch you wit' not a fan of your music, she don't rap your part
[Outro]
Like when you play your part on the song wit' us, she still be rappin' our shit
Haha, 'cause we the Real Money Counter, MINE Boyz, bitch
Yeah, that's good