Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tevin Smith
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tevin Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tevin Smith
Executive Producer
Lyrics
(Damn, Freezi, you go fuckin' crazy)
It's Thirty, come on
Mmm, mmm 'cause I'm havin', come on
Hmm, I done spent the block a few times (It's Thirty, come on), y'all **** shoe shine (LavishThatsTooHot, LavishThatsTooHot)
Huh, I done spent the block, huh, I done few times
Huh, I done spent the— alright
Look, huh, I done spent the block—
Huh, huh, I done spent the— alright, look
Huh, I done spent the block a few times, your **** shoe shine
Huh, I'm not gon' post a pic with blick, I really shoot mines
Huh, the trap slappin', I told my neighbor it's a food line
Don't tell me 'bout your last run, go do it two times
Huh, I'm not gon' let you talk my ear off, ****, show me something
Huh, bro did a two-step on the dope like he Ginóbili cousin
Huh, the Feds gotta know what's up, them **** know we hustlin'
Huh, your plug don't like you, bitch, that's why he never throw you nothin', come on
I never needed no **** to stand on my business
If you pop a **** top, you stupid if you leave a eye-witness
Huh, dog don't gotta watch like mine, I think our times different
Huh, I'm comin' 'round the corner right now, just give me five minutes
Just shaved the barrel off my Drac', it came back 9"
Hmm, my ex bitch sick I'm havin' pape', she out here dime pinchin'
Huh, they sent the deal, I ain't sign, I check the fine printin'
Hmm, give a fuck if my brother wrong or right, ****, I'll ride with 'em
****, 'cause that's how shit 'posed to be
I ain't no box or no clothes, bitch, so how you fold on me?
I'm from the streets, I can only show you what was showed to me
I bought a twenty pack of 'bows and gave my brothers four a piece, ****
Huh, I only rap about the trap 'cause I'm a street ****, come on
Before I take a **** plate, I try to eat with 'em
Huh, your bitch say she tired of you 'cause you a cheap ****
Huh, I know these **** tired of me, but I'ma keep winnin'
Hmm, it's startin' to look like I'm cheatin', I just keep winnin'
I'm ridin' with this Drac' like I'm waitin' to see Kendrick
Today I poured a eight, ****, but I ain't eat dinner
I'm like TLC in this Jeep, I just creep
This phone beep, beep, beep
This bitch slim like Dominique Wilkins
Hm, I got rich off softballs, I'ma keep pitchin'
Hm, see my wave, all this water give you sea sickness
Hm, it showed up with a shooter and like three bitches
Hit me if it count, if I ain't fuck but I got the top
I sware to God this pinky ring cost a half a block
I can from nothin', I ain't have nothin' but I had a house
Air mattress and a tv, but I ain't have a couch
Hmm, Tre, call the drank man 'cause I'm runnin' out
I got my first car from a hype before a quarter ounce
Huh, last month was kinda cool, I made a hundred thousand
Huh, you can't do the shit I do 'cause you be on your browser
Take a sack, whip, flip it, it's like makin' omelet
My plug said, "I'ma cut your pinky if you break this promise"
How you payin' bitches rent but can't pay your mamas?
My people know what up with me, we gon' be straight regardless
Written by: Tevin Smith