Pthuggin & Lil Tiffany - Thirty

Uhhh uhhh uhhhhhh
I keep that thirty on me while im sleep
Thirty thirty
Damn
On my goddd
He talkin uhh
He think he cool he get hit with da
Oh my
I keep that thirty
You know I keep thirty
You know I keep thirty
You know keep thirty
You know keep thirtyy
I keep that thirty on me while I’m sleep
He think he cool he get hit with that heat
She eat the semen when she on her knees
She looks at my wrist it’s like zero degrees
I’m a cold niggah feel like mr. freeze
If he talking shit then he must wanna bleed
I keep a thirtyy
No my niggahs shoot like curry
Diamonds so bright that they blurry
My neck iced up like a McFlurry
If bro want problem we clutchin that
Run up run him down he ain’t stoppin that
You that we winning you know we get chicken
Bro on the block and he holdin the smitten
We shot at your mafuckin blocks with them Glocks
And them dots and we turn yo niggah to a Victim
Keep bought fifty poles in the trap house cause you know my niggahs stay strapped
If we ran down on your big bro don’t get To comfy we coming right back
I pulled right up on the damn scene and you bitch had a heart attack diamonds on me And they dancing them hoes pink white blue black hit your main hoe
From the back then she told me to hit her phone
I can’t call you your on my block list so stop texting my bros
Keep the sticks out with the boners for any fuck niggah want smoke
We got the ratchets aim right at your dommee
Know that I’m getting the baggage for shooo
We got guns like GIOOOO
He put his dick in your throat
Fuck up his life with this dick on my bone
Diamonds frost bite can get? coldddd
I hit the dash and I floor it I step on the breaks and then I run your mans off the road
Bitches they claim that they fuck with you really be snakes
So I can’t put my trust in no hoe
Bitch I’m rocked up and I’m freezed up so I’m lookin like a snow global
Put some duoble d’s on my nina then run through your home
I can’t love these hoes just leave them but not before they give me dome
Give my niggahs back they freedom so they can tote they poles
I keep that thirty on me while I’m sleep he think he cool he get hit with that heat
She eat the semen when she on her knees she looks at my wrist it’s like zero degrees
I’m a cold niggah feel like mr. freeze if he talking shit
Then he must wanna bleed I keep a thirtyyyy no my niggahs shoot like curry
Diamonds so bright that they blurry my neck iced up like a McFlurry if bro want problem We clutchin that run up run him down he ain’t stoppin that you that we winning you know We get chicken bro on the block and he holdin the smitten we shot at your mafuckin Blocks with them Glocks and them dots and we turn yo niggah to a Victim
We finna burn your brain like a piston
I’m for my team but you niggahs been switchin
We slide with them Glocks better stay out my mentions
Dunkin on hoe niggahs all on the benches
We clutchin then burners they come with extension
Don’t know why they hate when they family gone miss em
Ice on my body she thought it was Christmas
We burnin big dope in a wood fuck a swisher
I can not love her told bro come and get her
If you want the smoke please refer to my hitter
She through me the neck and then imma forget her
We tryna flame niggahs like tree trunks in winter
I kick in his door and then snatch up his sister
Diamonds they biting they giving me blisters
I know they don’t like me so I got my smitten
The drakeo I carry I got no forgiveness
He got in a hearse when he got out his feelings
My is maintenance the way they be drilling
We bought a banana clip just go peel em
Stick wit a dick poke that boy like a splinter
Glock chew em up know that boy he can’t swallow
Bad yellow bone that bitch look like a model
Ten shot of patron but don’t come from no bottle
Slap at his head till his niggahs hit bottom
I keep that thirty on me while I’m sleep
He think he cool he get hit with that heat
She eat the semen when she on her knees
She looks at my wrist it’s like zero degrees
I’m a cold niggah feel like mr. freeze
If he talking shit then he must wanna bleed
I keep a thirtyyyy
No my niggahs shoot like curry
Diamonds so bright that they blurry
My neck iced up like a McFlurry
If bro wanna problem we clutchin that
Run up run him down he ain’t stoppin that
You that we winning you know we get chicken
Bro on the block and he holdin the smitten
We shot at your mafuckin blocks with them Glocks and them dots
And we turn yo niggah to a Victim yeahhh

Written by:
bilal harris, prinzess lee

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