30 Rounds (feat. Guapo)

How you claim you with that shit, you see yo' opp and don't get busy

I'm 3-0 in this SRT, no laws can't keep up with me

We stake outside that spot 'til you come out, we ain't shootin' no house

You'll never catch me on the gram talkin' bout what I did, them **** the laws

.45 shoot too loud

You ain't never spin on no block, boy you need to calm down

You ain't makin' no noise, no sound

Everybody know Fat Daroo, he gun shit down

On a lick I lay shit down

I need that Rollie right now

Gen 5, I got 4 of these, this 357 on me now

LV, you can't afford these, that shit you rock is not in style

**** try to harm me, the crowd gon' get 30 rounds

These slugs, you can't avoid these, you better stay up in that house

You told 12 them guns was ours, boy yo' people raised a mouse

**** play, I call problem gang, call Lil Trey, 30 round

Roll the opps up in a 'wood, get flamed up while I'm smokin' loud

Aye, I tote Glizzy's, no XD, no Disney, this ain't Penny Proud

Got Daroo spinnin' he tryna get busy, put sum' in the ground

Aye, I'm high

I'm so geeked up, I'm tryna touch the clouds

I'm with them members

Post up with them killers

Please don't make me send 'em

I heard them hoes gon' fuck whoever

Got them racks thats why I get 'em

I get packs 'n flip 'em

You ain't heard? Bitch, I'm a real trap ****

Aye, free Youngin, that lil **** out his top, that boy squeeze triggers

Aye, free Milo, if that hoe had a bond I'd go 'n get 'em

I'm poppin Percocet's, they fry my brain, some things I can't remember

Aye, Percocet, perfect sex, if she fuck good I might tip her