Sturdy30 lyrics

[Intro]
Aight, talk your sh*t
Yo, it's your f*cking boy
Sturdy motherf*ckin' Mr. 30
You f*cking the streets up (Haha, yeah)
f*cking n*ggas' b*tches
f*cking n*ggas' wives (Hahaha)
Yo, listen man, we ain't f*cking around man
We taking this sh*t, man, to a whole 'nother f*cking level man
We f*cking coming with the same f*cking energy man
All you lame ass n*ggas and lame ass b*tches better tune the f*ck in tonight (Hahahaha, no cap)
We f*cking taking over the world

[Chorus]
Look, off the wake up, gotta kiss my b*tch (Facts)
Then I take a p*ss
'Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick
Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it's lit
Wanna live this life, gotta take a risk
All the stupid sh*t I did as a kid
Takin' n*ggas phonеs, robbin' n*ggas kicks
The ones who survived know I don't miss

[Verse]
Thеy know I'm two for two from the three
Caught a leg shot 'cause that boy speed
n*gga got me booked talkin' to the D's
Movin' P's and Q's on my Q's and P's
How you gon' rap with a n*gga like me?
How you gon' cap to a n*gga like me?
b*tch I'm really outside with the killers and the thieves
We really in the jungle, n*ggas throwin' up B's
Late night in the summer, we was throwin' by the three
n*ggas know where I be
n*ggas always wanna talk, but they don't want beef (What?)
Where you at? We could meet
You know I don't Kickbox (I don't kickbox)
Luva got a .30, got a .16, so really that's 46 shots
You know we makin' sh*t hot
Take a drum on a drill like we changin' Hip-Hop
Bail-Out-Gang, b*tch we play with big knots
Brody get slimey like he a big snot
Before we go spin, let's make a pit stop (Get money)
They tryna tell a n*gga change his flow (What?)
But n*gga I made this sh*t, like
Boy I get paid for this sh*t (Facts)
Boy I got fame from this sh*t, uh
Spittin' that dangerous sh*t (Like)
'Cause we really out flamin' and sh*t
Tell them n*ggas don't play in this b*tch (At all)
Hunnid' shots, no aimin' and sh*t (Uh)
We made a name for this sh*t (Rah, rah rah)
I brought the gang in this sh*t
You know what we claimin' and sh*t
And I got the chain on my wrist
I got your b*tch in the whip
Just off the brain, she a ten
She moan my name when I'm in
They like, "Yo Skizzy, you always on some treesh sh*t"
Nah, I'm where the breesh is
Boy he think it's sweet, send rounds like it's Reeses
Hollows hit his heart, spread around in pieces
Talkin' like you God, send you up to Jesus
Put that on my nieces, mm (What?)
(Legs real, gave my n*ggas creases)
[Chorus]
Look, off the wake up, gotta kiss my b*tch (Facts)
Then I take a p*ss
'Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick
Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it's lit
Wanna live this life, gotta take a risk
All the stupid sh*t I did as a kid
Takin' n*ggas phones, robbin' n*ggas kicks
The ones who survived know I don't miss

[Outro]
'Cause that boy speed
On my Q's and P's, like