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30kjay – dnd lyrics

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i put my phone on dnd cuz i ain’t feel like talking
and i can’t stop from sippin lean but it make me nauseous
we be sliding with red beams i bet i hit my target
i sat and watched all them n+ggas eat while i was starving

we spin the block we paint it red red like the red carpet
take one of mine then you gone die 300 like spartin
i filled my neck up with ice like i’m from the artic
that boy lucky he alive we just ain’t caught him
real n+ggas don’t say that they real but n+gga i’m real
i pray bro don’t overdose he gone off peels
be who you say that you are say what you feel
i swear i went through so much pain ain’t get to heal

and we wet up the block like a hurricane
all white air force cocain
and them n+ggas be hating they so lame
my shooter ain’t saying he no named
he diss he gone die just for fame
collateral damage its road rage
they gone need umbrellas like no rain
and we sn+tch off his neck like no chain
and i’m finna blow like a parruschute
if he pull up we jack him embarrass you
better go chase some money you better do
we gone knock off your afro if you dare to shoot
if i got it you got it i’ll share with you
if you cross me my n+gga i’ll bury you
i ride for my team i carry you
and my shot be on point and i barley hoop
and i’m having that green like a salad do
if we pull up front line attacking you
i’ma up with a glock i ain’t scratching you
if he pull up he flying like aladdin do
and we want the smoke and the static too
and i’m 30k not a average dude
if i pull up i’m shouting like practice do
put a rack on yo head! what’s rack would do?
just cuz you got money and cars don’t make you real
he who cross one of us he will get spilled
we spot a n+gga head shot we shoot to k!ll
yeah yeah we shoot foreal
i put my phone on dnd cuz i ain’t feel like talking
and i can’t stop from sippin lean but it make me nauseous
we be sliding with red beams i bet i hit my target
i sat and watched all them n+ggas eat while i was starving

we spin the block we paint it red red like the red carpet
take one of mine then you gone die 300 like spartin
i filled my neck up with ice like i’m from the artic
that boy lucky he alive we just ain’t caught him