Thirty

I really don't fuck with most other rappers

A lot them lame ass fake trappers

The type to claim a pound hiding in the backseat

But can't get you an ounce of the ragweed

 

Swear to god nobody could stop me

Just did a live show looking real icey

Then I went a smoked a woods with the gang

Then we rolled a few more, the bitches just couldn't hang

 

Cough Cough "Think I'm feeling it love"

Don't call me that again, you must think I'm a scrub

Should've kicked her out right then and there

But the bitch was a ten and she didn't make me share

 

Plus she brought a plus one to the crib

A perfect thirty threesome worth more than a zip

If you don't hit the pussy stack from the back

Then you do it wrong jack, I bet you make your girl feel wack