Thirty Clip lyrics

[Intro]
(Stribb on the beat)
(Ayy, Don, this beat dumb)

[Verse]
I was havin' thoughts to myself 'bout my wealth and my health, uh
n*ggas know I got these bodies under my belt, uh
n*ggas know I got the trophy for high speed on my shelf
Ayy, shake somethin'
Ayy, watch your tone, 'cause I might break somethin'
Folks 'nem in tune with them switches, they might make somethin'
Green light a dude, thirty shots how we gon' wake him
If they sleepin' on you still, uh
Eat what we kill, know we eatin' what we kill
You lookin' like a meal
Uh, I'ma drive on this mission, you ain't got no wheel
Heard that n*gga hiding went missing, C4 just signed a deal
n*ggas tryna rob like who? Is you for real?
That backdoor sh*t came from Reckless, R.I.P. the real
Backdoor sh*t for real n*ggas only, we don't steal
Take something, n*gga say you took it, it is what it is
Ayy, ayy, black Air Forcin', movin' with caution
Yeah, I caught a body, then I moved with the Georgians
Ayy, catch another beat and then go Key with the Floridians
Ayy, catch another beat and then I be in New Orleans
Hey, it's the big Glock toter, opp smoker
Bad b*tch back broker, the opps broker
Up that click clack, man, I Joker, the bridge is over
Get it out the mud with all my brothers, ayy, she say I'm Southern
What, you think I'm country? Put the clip inside the K
Long live Von, he from the O, ayy, you lil' f*ck n*ggas in my way
And n*gga, I been the CEO, [?] was crazy
Are you worried? Why you in my business? Knew these n*ggas was hatin'
Call me Mr. Backdoor, ayy, it's the backdoor kicker
Walk in, lay them f*ck n*ggas down, lil' n*gga, it's a stick, uh
It was me and Pluto, but we knew they would switch up
After I f*ck your b*tch, I'm holdin' my wrist up, go
Oh, she sucked C4 di*k, then you kissed that ho
First she started with a pic, then her Insta' froze, uh
Nutted on that b*tch face, my wrist too froze
Said she saw my other b*tch and it went to blows
Yeah, we don't do no fightin' here
b*tch said she f*cked 4, why the f*ck you lyin' here?
n*gga, I went to sleep on that bed, she was lyin' here
I'm growin' out my mane, n*gga, the lion hair
Lil' b*tch just said I'm fly as f*ck like it's flying gear
I was told if I don't give no f*cks, you not flying here
Ayy, once you get inside that pan, you gon' fry in here
And one spill up out that band, then we out of here, on God