30 Recordz, 30 On The Beat - On Dat Shit

On dat shit, yea I'm on dat shit
On dat shit, yea I'm on dat shit
It's time to level up, run them bands up
Triple double on these niggas, get your numbers up
Not with that funny shit, you niggas fake as fuck
Mobbin in Milwaukee, all my niggas buck
When in time, I think I'm Reggie Miller
Got dance moves for days, Mike Jack Thriller
Know your do's and don't's like B. Tiller
Slaying niggas left and right, like I'm Jack the Ripper
Bitches gettin' real freaky, pulling down my zipper
Ballin, making plays out in LA like the Clippers
Level up, you know my flow is always getting sicker
Pulling up from deep, like my first name Jimmer
In VIP, smoking that gas
Asian, Puerto Rican, and Dominicans with ass
Too many fishy ass niggas, y'all some bass
Have my slime run up on you, mob you for that cash
Plug just hit my line, I told him it's whatever
Smoking so much gas, might fuck around and change the weather
You can catch me in the gym, tryna get better
Finesse you out your hoe, cause she know I get her wetter
Okay, so I'mma switch the flow up
Please control your hoe man, she always actin' up
Dress game real smooth, man I'm always saucin' up
Boolin' with my niggas, and you know we cuttin' up like
Two peas in a pod
Last name Palmer, first name Rod
1-3-5 all you niggas odd
How I'm floating, got me feeling like a God
Lifting big weight, got me feeling strong
Fog your ass up, like a damn bong
Got me feeling beastly, like King Kong
Kill your ass off, drop you off in a pond
It's time to level up, run them bands up
Triple double on these niggas, get your numbers up
Not with that funny shit, you niggas fake as fuck
Mobbin in Milwaukee, all my niggas buck
When in time, I think I'm Reggie Miller
Got dance moves for days, Mike Jack Thriller
Know your do's and don't's like B. Tiller
Slaying niggas left and right, like I'm Jack the Ripper
Bitches gettin' real freaky, pulling down my zipper
Ballin, making plays out in LA like the Clippers
Level up, you know my flow is always getting sicker
Pulling up from deep, like my first name Jimmer
I'm sorry girl, bout your man style kinda wack
30 On The Beat and your boy Rod on the track
Round of applause, shawty make that ass clap
Keeping up with me, you gon' get tired take a nap
I'm a Big Guard, standing 6'7"
Black and White J's no Concord 11's
My two damn fists be my only choice of weapon
Got your girl at the crib tweakin, she part of my collection
I'm on dat shit (whoo) I'm on dat shit (skrt)
Smoking good loud, you can't take a hit (Rawr)
Taking off on these hoes like a rocket ship
Any time you wanna make a play, I'm with the shits
Catch me dancing from time to time, fuckin' up them hits
Girl moving real smooth, yea she working them hips
2k, Madden, Fifa any competition
Balling on these niggas, I'm a man on a mission
It's time to level up, run them bands up
Triple double on these niggas, get your numbers up
Not with that funny shit, you niggas fake as fuck
Mobbin in Milwaukee, all my niggas buck
When in time, I think I'm Reggie Miller
Got dance moves for days, Mike Jack Thriller
Know your do's and don't's like B. Tiller
Slaying niggas left and right, like I'm Jack the Ripper
Bitches gettin' real freaky, pulling down my zipper
Ballin, making plays out in LA like the Clippers
Level up, you know my flow is always getting sicker
Pulling up from deep, like my first name Jimmer
On dat shit, yea I'm on dat shit (whoo)
On dat shit, yea I'm on dat shit (skrt)
On dat shit, yea I'm on dat shit (Rawr)
On dat shit, yea I'm on dat shit (whoo)
On dat shit, yea I'm on dat shit (skrt)
On dat shit, yea I'm on dat shit (Rawr)
On dat shit, yea I'm on dat shit
On dat shit, yea I'm on dat shit

Written by:
Rodney Palmer

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