1 V 30 lyrics

[Intro]
Abstract
Grrah, Grrah, n*gga
Free my- (Grrah)
Beat with the gun n*gga (Grrah)
f*ck [?] n*gga, the f*ck he going?
Grrah, like Grrah
Ayo, Double, Ayo, Double (Grrah, Grrah)

[Chorus]
Every time I get home, gotta get in the field
Like, citizens app getting real
Like, somebody son getting killed
Like, bro tryna tell me to chill
And Banga you what's up, you know what's the real
Like, RG, can we keep it real
Like, Dudey got less than five drills
Like, why do he rap like he kill
And Jack better move when I run into Lil
Likе, bro like we out to the hill
Likе, beam on the gun, that's a real
Like, and Ye tryna get in that wheel

[Verse]
Get a rush when I flick, that sh*t giving me chills
Like, and bro tryna bang on the steel
Like, and why would he bang on the steel?
Like, the gun got the jamming for real
I ain't beefing with Dudey, that n*gga a nobody
Tell em merch on his man's, he ain't never shot nobody
Every way that I go, word to bro got the pile by me
Wanna know if I shoot n*gga go ask M Row bout me
And MCFK, n*ggas ain't hurting nobody
Mikey Benzo like trolling, I post with a Rollaxk
n*ggas diss Baby Floxks I threw shots at ya nobody’s
I was posted on feet I ain’t ever need nobody
Don’t play with my body you know Imma throw
And n*ggas jack Ape when they run into Go
And bullets me hurting and that’s word to bro
Like look at that bullet for Boogz FrmDaO
And n*ggas get tight because Edot what I smoke
How ya mad at the Sweepers cause Notti got poked?
Like we ain’t the ones that was poking his body
They don’t even jack Notti for real that’s just show
And n*ggas be pus*y they get in that cell
Lil AJ Wvttz got beat in that cell
Lil AJ Wvttz was just smoking my mans
But he start acting clueless they give him that belt
Lil OY b*tch had to kick that b*tch out
Cause she get in her feelings, I’m smoking on Mel
n*gga Dudey you missing ya dad, n*gga f*ck it
n*gga Imma be smoking on Caine right in Hell
n*gga OY Quan got sparked and he fell
Why you tryna start peace n*gga? You is in jail
Wanna talk bout the Makks we can talk bout the 2
Everybody in Harlem we putting through Hell
Like, but lets talk the facts
Like who really outside banging that gat?
Like, who throwing shots for the Makks?
Like, nobody never got back
n*gga, what did yall go do for Matt?
Like, Ty Boogz hit with the scap
Like, Ty Boogz shot and collapsed
Like, and Gutta keep getting them smacked
G2G n*gga know he did bad
Like, and why was he swallowing crack?
Like, and yall n*ggas know he did bad
Like, and why is that someone yall jack?
Like, I gotta get back to my Ave
Like, yall ever had blood in that bath?
When Coo - got packed they was mad
Tight, and Eli keep tryna fight back
[Chorus]
Every time I get home, gotta get in the field
Like, citizens app getting real
Like, somebody son getting killed
Like, bro tryna tell me to chill
And Banga you what's up, you know what's the real
Like, RG, can we keep it real
Like, Dudey got less than five drills
Like, why do he rap like he kill
And Jack better move when I run into Lil
Like, bro like we out to the hill
Like, beam on the gun, that's a real
Like, and Ye tryna get in that wheel