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30 deep grimeyy - i'm leaving lyrics

[intro:]
chase the money, chase the money
on my ma’, i ain’t ever—
i ain’t ever even really did no detroit beat
ayy, on my ma’, i’m finna’ get off on this b+tch, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[chorus:]
if i leave and don’t come back, then give it to my son
leave cam the crib, and give p the guns
if i leave and don’t come back, then give it to my daughter
give my momma’ half, and give my pops a quarter
if i leave and don’t come back, then give it to my gang
represеnt my name, don’t do this sh+t for fame
if i leavе and don’t come back, then—, ayy, ayy
if i leave and don’t come—, ayy, ayy

[verse:]
30 deep the gang, when i was here, that’s what i stood for
all these n+ggas actin’ good, but they ain’t hood though
pull up on ’em, pop+pop, wish he would, ho
i’m on block right now, wit’ that wood, uh
dracos, glocks with the switches, and them xds
where? i dare a n+gga try to test me
i got b+tches kissin’ b+tches on the [?]
i got b+tches kissin’ b+tches on the—, ayy
10+speed, that’s what them tweakers ride
pull up on ’em on the pegs and leave ’em deep fried
10+speed, that’s what them tweakers ride
pull up on ’em, pop+pop, out a nissan
i done touched a dub in highschool and ma’ ain’t even know
prayin’ on her knees to the d+ck, but she a evil ho
he ain’t give a f+ck about me then, but want a feature, though
he ain’t give a f+ck about me—, ayy, but want a—, ayy
steppin’ in these js, don’t give a f+ck about no diors
heard he cuffed that b+tch, she doin’ d+ck, she a freak wh0re
i done touched a fifty in a week, b+tch, i need more
buck+50 cross his cheek, he a rat, we made him bleed more
hit the scene, polo tees, wit’ some fresh ass mikes
i’m wit’ sis’ up in this b+tch, and she a fresh ass dyk+
give a f+ck about yo’ gang, b+tch, we known to take flight
uh, you can’t fight
uh, grab pipe
h+hemi tires screechin’ when we pull up on the avenue
i’ma make her choke off a that coke, she took a dab or two
i don’t give a f+ck about yo’ bro, he a f+ggot too
splurgin’ on that b+tch, you a trick, she got me tatted too
[outro:]
ahahaha
ayy, let the beat ride, man
finna’ jump back in this b+tch, haha
ayy (30), ayy (gang), ayy (gang), (gang, gang)
it ain’t ’bout my son, about no paper, i don’t give a f+ck
it ain’t ’bout my momma’ or my gang, then i don’t give a f+ck
it ain’t ’bout my daddy, ’bout no—, then i don’t give a f+ck
grimeyy d, we don’t give a—, ayy

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