Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 30, artist - Pop Smoke. Date of issue: 30.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
30 |
| This is Woo |
| Woo |
| This is crip |
| Ayo shit |
| From the cut |
| Ayo shit |
| Huh? |
| (Grrr) |
| Fuck what you talking 'bout, nigga? |
| (Baow) |
| Huh? |
| (Baow) |
| Stupid (Baow) |
| It’s thirty-two in the clip, nigga (Woo, grrr, woo, baow) |
| Baow, movie |
| Pop Smoke, Bizzy |
| Like, like |
| Dark, pass me the sitchy I’m clutch |
| Tell 'em come spin my block |
| Tell 'em come send them shots |
| You ain’t no shoota |
| You just talk that chop |
| You don’t want beef, you just want some pops |
| I ain’t get touched, how are you my opp? |
| Bitch I’m too sauce |
| No I don’t dance, the glock in my pants |
| The most I might do is the woo walk |
| The most I might do is the woo walk |
| And I know they mad |
| But please don’t act silly |
| If I’m spinnin' a black flag, they gon' think I’m a dizzy |
| Bitch I’m a sleaze, give a fuck who you be |
| Yeah I fuck with them real niggas who fuckin' with me |
| Don’t ask if I’m GDK, nah |
| Nigga I’m EBK |
| Fuck the judge and the DEA |
| Suck dick if you feel a way |
| I’m a lil' body but I talk like a big body |
| 'Cause I put in that pain |
| I woke up that lil' body but I back out that big body |
| If you speak on my name |
| These niggas know nothin' bout me |
| But they gon' keep talkin' bout me |
| And that shit ain’t goin' change |
| I been in the cell, it ain’t shit you can tell me |
| If you ain’t got hands, invest in elevens |
| Toughest nigga in your squad will be tellin' |
| The older niggas that be with me some felons |
| I really talk on the beats |
| If you not in the streets, you won’t understand it |
| I get the choppa, that nigga gon' panic |
| Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage, like |
| Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage |
| Yeah I got Ruger with me, Leaky with me, bitch |
| We don’t spin in no Ubers |
| And I got Realla with me, Juju with me, bitch |
| We might hit ya medulla |
| You can’t get busy with me, jiggy with me |
| Demon with me, hundo with me |
| First nigga actin' silly, catch a figgy |
| Pass the glizzy and just watch how he run |
| Watch how he |
| Dark, pass me the sitchy I’m clutch |
| Tell 'em come spin my block |
| Tell 'em come send them shots |
| You ain’t no shoota |
| You just talk that chop |
| You don’t want beef, you just want some pops |
| I ain’t get touched, how are you my opp? |
| Bitch I’m too sauce |
| No I don’t dance, the glock in my pants |
| The most I might do is the woo walk |
| The most I might do is the woo walk |
| And I know they mad |
| But please don’t act silly |
| If I’m spinnin' a black flag, they gon' think I’m a dizzy |
| Tell that nigga to spin |
| That’s when the party begin |
| Yeah my glock full of sins |
| Bullet hit ya chin, I walk away grinnin' |
| If you drag my GK, then it’s fuck what you said |
| Bizzy send shots where you lay |
| Bizzy send shots where you lay |
| Said I’m 823, sanctioned |
| Reach for my chain we gon' spank 'em |
| I ain’t your regular gang member |
| Everybody know I’m sanctioned |
| If I step on the island we wylin' out |
| I ain’t gon' stop 'til the guards is out |
| Free Psych Bike, free Ziggy Zah |
| My niggas raisin' the body count |
| 44 Bulldog nigga get back |
| I ain’t with the talk or the chitchat |
| Get your shit cracked |
| If I back up the chop, betta get back |
| Call Dread, that’s the new Tom Brady |
| Niggas gettin' no bread 'cause they lazy |
| Tell Dread lift 'em, if that nigga talking crazy |
| Now it’s fuck you pay me |
| Or bullets start blazing |
| Since I was young we invested in guns |
| Now we lookin' at the stars in the wraith |
| While I’m gettin' headed by your bae |
| She like «Papi I love how you taste» |
| She like «Papi can you nut?» |
| I’m like «Baby just wait» |
| I told her to |
| Dark, pass me the sitchy I’m clutch |
| Tell 'em come spin my block |
| Tell 'em come send them shots |
| You ain’t no shoota |
| You just talk that chop |
| You don’t want beef, you just want some pops |
| I ain’t get touched, how are you my opp? |
| Bitch I’m too sauce |
| No I don’t dance, the glock in my pants |
| The most I might do is the woo walk |
| The most I might do is the woo walk |
| And I know they mad |
| But please don’t act silly |
| If I’m spinnin' a black flag, they gon' think I’m a dizzy |