Chest Tubes lyrics

[Intro]
(LavishThatsTooHot, LavishThatsTooHot)
It's Thirty
n*ggas tried to get me outta here, man
Ain't goin' nowhere, though
And it's '25, b*tch
What y'all wanna do?

[Verse]
Huh, they tried to take me out the game but I'm still winnin'
Hm, I won't stop shootin' my gun until it feel empty
My first day out the 'spital, I bought a ten milly
Hm, I know them n*ggas sick as f*ck, they gotta deal wit' me
Hm, I used to smoke anything, now I'm real picky
Hm, catch a hat, then move down South like I'm a hillbilly
Hm, I tried to put you n*ggas on but y'all couldn't deal wit' me
Hm, I ain't used to f*ck wit' 'em, now it's pills in me
Hm, I need my box of drank sealed, I hate open cases
You wanna make it in the streets, you gotta know the basics
I hit the store and grab widе loads, I'm not gon' go wit' eight-sixes
Dyin' from a headshot normal, but thе shoulder crazy
Hm, stand on ten and ride wit' FN if you wanna live your life
Huh, the sh*t you make in one month, I get it in one night
Huh, I'll buy six lines of Wock' and drop it in one Sprite
Huh, the b*tch I'm wit' p*ssed I ain't trick, you shoulda been my type
Huh, they tellin' me to, "Take a break", I'll die if I sit
Hm, I'm glad I got my CPL, I thank God for the b*tch
Huh, I keep two n*ggas wit' me now to add eyes to the whip
These are not no chains to reach for, n*ggas died for the sh*t
Hm, I found out where n*ggas live, ain't no hidin' the whip
They told me I can't smoke, so ain't no gettin' high in my sh*t
Huh, one gun ain't gon' be enough, I got like five in my sh*t
If I call your phone, b*tch, you better answer, don't decline my sh*t
That n*gga head was kinda hot, but now it's ten degrees
Huh, before I pay a b*tch to f*ck, I'll give her a ten to leave
Huh, me and my brother almost fought, that n*gga hid the trees
Huh, then he upped like twenty bands, then we took ten a piece
Huh, I wish I could pop dog ass again but that's my inner tweak
His b*tch-ass died the same day, that made me sick for weeks
Huh, I could never punch a clock, them n*gga pinch and tweak
Huh, you sent your man on a mission and that b*tch incomplete
Huh, I can't f*ck wit' juice or pop, it's either tea or water
That n*gga did his whole sentence, he think he beat the charges
Hm, my brother high tryna bet the Pistons beat the Chargers
Huh, right now my whole hood hate me, so I BP'd the Chargers
Hm, I got three chains and bullet holes, that's why the price went up
I know 'Gram p*ssed, they tried to black-ball me and my likes went up
Hm, I'm just gon' see you when I see you, I'on type that much
Hm, I like to rock wit' one up top, I'm not gon' fight that much
Hm, f*ck gettin' fresh, I like to hit my plays in sweatsuits
Hm, I wasn't just breathin' by myself, I had two chest tubes
I told her that I had some dog, she brought some pet food
Huh, all my steps be thought about, I'm makin' chess moves
[Outro]
b*tch
Real Money Counter, MINE sh*t, n*gga
Don't be the next n*gga to die over this sh*t
Just use your head and just be proud of it
Come on, It's Thirty