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g herbo – yerk 30 lyrics

uh
we in this b-tch, foe, we in this
this like the 40th l in this b-tch, so

yerk 30 high, real dirty sprite
b-tch, you heard me right
live a dirty life, clutch my 30 tight
eatin’ at the gangster table, splittin’ dirty rice
b-tch, this sh-t like cosa nostra, yeah, you heard it right
might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right
i made a lot out a little
i ain’t gon’ hop out, i’m with you
i ain’t gon’ plot against you
if they turn, i’m hoppin’ the fence too

i started out with nothin’
i ain’t have a pot to go p-ss to
you rich, i’m rich as a b-tch too
i’ll spin a dub in this b-tch too
and b-tch i stay with sizzle
we made a lot from little
exotic chucks from out the runtz
i fill the blunt with skittles
and b-tch, this clique don’t fit you
pause, suck a d-ck too

you know i stay glued to this pistol
c-ck that b-tch back, it’s the ritual
b-tches like pitbulls, i’ma sic at you
gotta get you up outta here, we sinkin’ you
had to hop out the audi and get the coupe
got two bentleys, them b-tches identical
’bout to get a lambo truck when it drop
told foenem it’s merch, that’s on rock
that don’t mean after that i’m gon’ stop
i might get another whip if it’s more hot
you know i ain’t gotta ride with the door locked

got some sh-t on my lap like a robot
so i gotta bust a left at the roadblock
bust a right, hop out on your block
we ain’t tryna spot you, that’s adios
f-ck around and get did like geronimo
could see that boy head when you got close
he was f-ckin’ with somebody mama, though
in the street all you got is your honor, though
get respect, yeah, that b-tch like a pot of gold
went to school of hard knocks and graduated
yeah, i stayed on the block like the honor roll
but i stayed b-mpin’ heads with my mama though

started gettin’ money, now she think she my homie
bought a glock, i ain’t get it from carlos
i was livin’ two blocks right up off stoney
shoot this b-tch broad day if you run up on me
two hundred in the crib so i’m comin’ home, then
you ain’t even got five hundred to your name
couldn’t even bury yourself, p-ssy, run along, then
now your mama f-cked up, callin’ your homies
and they broke as f-ck, tell me what they gon’ load in?
bullets leave a n-gg- f-cked up like pneumonia
nah, n-gg- got me f-cked up, run up on him
man, a n-gg- done lucked up, he ain’t a goner
man, this b-tch done jammed up, i don’t want here
man, hand me that other b-tch, spin the corner
man, you on that sucker sh-t, spin the corner, uh

you’d be surprised
if you need me, what you find
i’m like beep beep, gt flyin’
and i’m knee-deep in these diamonds
not yet, you ain’t realized
got opportunities, you just minimizing
you just want immunity and you’ll disguise in it
ooh, i should put one of your eyes in it
didn’t your granny ever tell you to mind business?
it’s only yours, p-ssy, close them doors, p-ssy
we don’t got no two neighbors on the same floor, ain’t no recordin’, looky

i smoke exotic, ditched the runtz, biscotti or some more cookie
that sh-t you smokin’ on a hundred a zip, you can’t afford lookin’
lil’ bro countin’ racks he made off sports, he like his own bookie
i just left from saks to find the shorts that match my fendi hoodie
they offered me 200 racks to wear this clothing line, i should’ve took it
i told ’em i need a milli’ ’cause i stay fresh as f-ck, i was bein’ b-mptious
really i was bein’ silly, ’cause that sh-t was wack as f-ck, i ain’t even want sh-t

belaire sent my money a couple months ago, i ain’t even touched it
told ’em i want it full when i go on tour, but that’s another subject
know i’ma bring the gang but we’ll speak later ’cause that’s another budget
afterparty’s booked, that’s another quarter just to go out in public
know foenem tryna f-ck with all the hoes and sh-t so i’m like, “f-ck it”
everybody came to party, but a few startin’ some’, what’s all that ruckus?
know we gon’ go r-t-rded, b-tch, it’s hundred shots on all our busters

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