30DOLL4H$$ lyrics

[Intro]
How did you get to be in a chair?
I was stabbed up by a crackhead, fighting over a stim
I would think that that would be the worst experience than, than being in jail
Well, it was not really the worst, because it helped straighten me out, so I kind of accepted it
And it is possible you lose your mind, your sanity, your soul
Everything you own for a three dollar hit
You'd kill your mother, father, sister, brother for a three dollar hit
You will tell God that you will be saved, and you will rob him from his cross for a three dollar hit, that's all I got say

[Verse 1]
Ten sofas, ten b*tches
Ten rocks, n*ggas on the block
f*ck yo' watch, no time zone
I get dome in the ice age
I bust nuts, and eat Lays
On Tuesdays I twist eight
She look at me like, "Damn, Kray"
I look back like, "What, b*tch?"
My gold caps look like p*ss
I skateboard, she pop crisp
Got gold nut up on her lips
I'm zoned out, I daydream
Smoke weed, eat ice cream
From the east coast with a trap queen
That black scale, got black nails
Smoke bowl, move like snails
[Chorus]
Ten b*tches, got ten rocks
Trap queen, cocaine twat (You lose your mind, your sanity, your soul)
Ten b*tches, got ten rocks
Trap queen, cocaine twat (Everything you own for a three dollar hit)
Ten b*tches, got ten rocks
Trap queen, cocaine twat (You'd kill your mother, father, sister, brother for a three dollar hit)
Ten b*tches, got ten rocks
Trap queen, cocaine twat (You will tell God that you will be saved)
Ten b*tches, got ten rocks
Trap queen, cocaine Glocks (And you will rob him from his cross for a three dollar hit)
b*tches, got ten rocks
Trap queen, cocaine twat
Ten b*tches, got ten rocks
Trap queen, cocaine twat
Got ten
Cocaine twat

[Verse 2]
Switchblades, came down, smoked two J's
Seashore, waved out with three slarts
Paintings on the wall, money on the floor
Antisocial, switch lanes in your b*tch Toyota
With a hipster foreign b*tch, straight up off the f*ckin' border
Glitter on her ass, pink diamonds on her thighs
Shake junt, smoke tree with a stupid c*nt
Ride around, Nino Brown, watch me sniff the brown
Gold links, cheetah, minx, ashes in the sink
f*ck you know? Pale b*tch, white Iike snow
Next stop, like windows down, smoking dro'
Ashes on my damn clothes
Dirty gold, f*ck them boppin' ho's
Ten cellphones, thirty house phones
n*gga up early, sippin' f*ckin' bright and early
f*ck with a trap queen on the east coast, ho
Deepthroat, young ass ho, n*gga, deepthroat, goat, ho
[Outro]
n*gga f*ckin' up this sh*t on the last part, n*gga, had to freestyle it
n*gga f*ckin' up, man, f*ck it
Uh, woah, woah
And it is possible you lose your mind, your sanity, your soul
Everything you own for a three dollar hit
You'd kill your mother, father, sister, brother for a three dollar hit
You will tell God that you will be saved, and you will rob him from his cross for a three dollar hit, that's all I got say