Yerk 30

[Intro] Uh We in this bitch, foe, we in this This like the 40th L in this bitch, so [Chorus] Yerk 30 high, real dirty Sprite Bitch, you heard me right Live a dirty life, clutch my 30 tight Eatin' at the gangster table, splittin' dirty rice Bitch, this shit 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 [Verse 1] I started out with nothin' I ain't have a pot to go piss to You rich, I'm rich as a bitch too I'll spin a dub in this bitch too And bitch I stay with Sizzle We made a lot from little Exotic chucks from out the Runtz I fill the blunt with Skittles And bitch, this clique don't fit you Pause, suck a dick too You know I stay glued to this pistol Cock that bitch back, it's the ritual Bitches 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 bitches 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 shit 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 Fuck around and get did like Geronimo Could see that boy head when you got close He was fuckin' with somebody mama, though In the street all you got is your honor, though Get respect, yeah, that bitch 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 bumpin' 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 bitch 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, pussy, run along, then Now your mama fucked up, callin' your homies And they broke as fuck, tell me what they gon' load in? Bullets leave a nigga fucked up like pneumonia Nah, nigga got me fucked up, run up on him Man, a nigga done lucked up, he ain't a goner Man, this bitch done jammed up, I don't want here Man, hand me that other bitch, spin the corner Man, you on that sucker shit, spin the corner, uh [Chorus] Yerk 30 high, real dirty Sprite Bitch, you heard me right Live a dirty life, clutch my 30 tight Eatin' at the gangster table, splittin' dirty rice Bitch, this shit 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 [Verse 2] 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, pussy, close them doors, pussy We don't got no two neighbors on the same floor, ain't no recordin', looky I smoke exotic, ditched the Runtz, Biscotti or Samoan Cookie That shit 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 fuck, I was bein' bumptious Really I was bein' silly, 'cause that shit was wack as fuck, I ain't even want shit 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 fuck with all the hoes and shit so I'm like, "Fuck it" Everybody came to party, but a few startin' some', what's all that ruckus? Know we gon' go retarded, bitch, it's hundred shots on all our busters [Chorus] Yerk 30 high, real dirty Sprite Bitch, you heard me right Live a dirty life, clutch my 30 tight Eatin' at the gangster table, splittin' dirty rice Bitch, this shit 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