30 for 30 lyrics

by

Lil Dicky


[Verse 1]
Gucci bandanna
Giving out three, smoke a n*gga, won't cancer
b*tch I go ghost you could call me Danny Phantom
Make a b*tch "Oh yes" like Joel Santana
Choppa name dirt, cause it got a hundred rounds
Boom, boom pop, b*tch I love the gun sound
Ga-boom, if I through a bomb on the ground
Brrrric Nick Cannon, I'm drumming with the rounds
Run out of bullet, I'ma stab you with the knife
Moonwalk on the body, b*tch I'm feeling like Mike
Got some big sh*t that'd teach Swiper not to swipe
Face shot, like my pistol still logged into Skype
n*ggas already know I hit you with the left
Then I come through, then I hit you with the right
n*ggas don't really wanna fight
Catch an Op, n*ggas already know that they'd smash on sight

[Verse 2]
Say you, ya' boy Sumo back again
Shooters on deck, and on point like a pen
Right hook, left hook
Boy rearrange ya' chin
AK kick back, I got blew by the wind
b*tches wanna f*ck with me, now I ain't f*cking
All these hoes wanna f*ck , baby is you sucking
I'm D Wade with the heat, pistol stay in the oven
b*tch sound like.... It got a mute button
Got a lotta gun sounds, boy my sh*t official
Phew, phew, phew, when I'm blowing with the missile
"Finish Him", Mortal Kombat when I kill you
Choppa bang, bang, bang, [?]
n*ggas know I come through giving head shot
n*ggas don't wanna see no leg shots
Run up on his ass, give his ass a red dot
Er'body gonna think that he had chicken pox

[Verse 3]
They like Sumo you go dumb on the beat, but you look smart
These n*ggas they tryna get it , so I went and took charge
They like boy you be lit, all you use is good bars
I got a choppa real big and I hold it like a guitar
See the pistol got a silence, that's a phone off ring
That b*tch spit like Drake, but it know how to sing
And that's prolly my favorite one, so I added the beam
That b*tch hit, you, you, you
Name that b*tch Hotline Bling
When I blow, I get the flowing, that's a volcano with lava
My migo buddy be strapped, his sh*t shoot enchiladas
I stay with that ch-ch-choppa
That ch-ch-choppa will pop you
Put these f*ck n*ggas in the doctors
I fly like a helicopter
Look, where you n*ggas at, I'll throw you off a cliff
I'll pull up to your spot, you can call me a Lyft

[Verse 4]
Shorty call me, she want me to slide in
If her sh*t real clean I'ma dive in
pus*y so wet, boy I had to glide in
sh*t so official, just to hit gotta sign in
Call bronem like where the thotties at
Bronem just said he go the shotty back
He said he like doing drills, he like the body [?]
I'm like copy that, ten-four, (chh) roger that
Said nuck if you buck
When I bust better duck
Semi tuck, on my hip, right hand gotta clutch
Whats up boy, got this sh*t lock and cuff
Choppa levitate up, we can play seven up
Let's get it

[Verse 5]
That b*tch want me to cuff her
I'm good hoe, I don't want no b*tch
Stupid ass thot thinking that I'ma wife her
Is you slow b*tch
Honcho gang, we got poles b*tch
When I up the forty, you like "Oh sh*t"
Chh chh, brrrr, boom, boom through that doe b*tch
These f*ck n*ggas broke, they done tricked off
See me [?], balling like a tip-off
You don't wanna have to get Marco p*ssed off
Have you running back to your team like a kick-off
[?], turn me to a big dog
Got a choppa same size as a jigsaw
[?]
Take you on top off the Willis town then I roof y'all
Watch out lil' b*tch, the cops out lil' b*tch
Touching my money, almost just shot that lil' b*tch
Dropped that lil' b*tch
Calling my phone I'm finna block that lil' b*tch
Watch out lil' b*tch
Watch out, watch out
Watch out lil' b*tch
b*tch you know I'ma 'bout paper
Hundred round drum on me, it got a laser
b*tches keep calling , they asking for favors
Forty on my side like it is a neighbor
Pull off in a car, sound like a racer
Your b*tch is a thot so no I won't save her
She suck on my di*k while I'm smoking this vapor
I been saucing on n*ggas, I should go for mayor

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net