Lyrics 30 - Aitch

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Riding 'round with like thirty racks
This ain’t dirty cash in the whip
Th-Th-Thirty cash, it’s legit (WhYJay)
Got thirty racks on my wrist
Want a verse from man?
Want a discount?
That’s like
Yo, jump in a four-point-five and fill it up
Pull up, hop out and bill it up (Skrrt)
Boy try and test but the prick weren’t big enough
Man won’t dip him, I’ll dig him up
Man throw shade ‘cause they just ain’t sick as us
Man won’t diss 'em, I’ll big 'em up (Ahh)
All the hate in the air, it’s killin' us
Pissed ‘cause they can’t get rid of us
Two twin pipes at the rear of the whip
Hear it when I’m steerin' the bitch (Skrrt, skrrt)
Four shots down, gone 'til next year and a bit
Them man can’t come near to the kid
Oi, listen up, hear what it is
It’s a myth, I ain’t hearin' your shit (No)
Jump on a jet ‘cause my head needs clearin' a bit
No work, I’m here for the trip (Bitch)
Suttin' smelly in the Virgil pouch
Fuck the fed, it’s a personal ounce
Too much loud, how you tellin' me to turn it down?
When your gal wan' turn it 'round?
(Ow)
Oh, you’re hurting now?
'Cause your bridge with your bitch is burning down (Wow)
I come skrrting 'round
With a big bag of L’s, let me serve ‘em out (Out)
Riding 'round with like thirty racks
This ain’t dirty cash in the whip
Riding 'round with like thirty racks
This ain’t dirty cash, it’s legit
P-Pay the price, ain’t no turning back
I got thirty racks on my wrist (Glee)
Want a verse from man?
Want a discount?
That’s like thirty racks 'cause I’m lit (Lit)
R-Rip it to bits, listen, I’m sick of this shit (Bang)
Whip out the clip of the stick
If I fill it with lyrics, I’m splittin' your wig
Wicked and big in the bitch
Trippin' if you think you’re spinnin' the kid (No way)
Got all of your missuses lickin' their lips
Just look at the flick of the wrist
Truth be told, I’m through with hoes
Mo more movin' loose when there’s cooch involved (Skrrt)
Got no time to lose, bill a zoot and roll
Step out the black coup with a cutie though (Ahh)
New you, but the news is old
I step through, one flow, s-super cold
Three, two, one, pic, quick, move and go
Fuck big drip, bro, I’m super soaked (Splash)
Stay lit but remain composed
Got my business right and my mind in place (Huh?)
Made all my moves and stayed in my zone
Now tell me, who got the shine like Aitch?
My cards got dealt and I played them right
I was barring day 'til night (Ahh)
Puttin' in work with the cake in mind
If I didn’t have man, I’d be makin' time
Riding 'round with like thirty racks
This ain’t dirty cash in the whip
Riding 'round with like thirty racks
This ain’t dirty cash, it’s legit
P-Pay the price, ain’t no turning back
I got thirty racks on my wrist (Glee)
Want a verse from man?
Want a discount?
That’s like thirty racks 'cause I’m lit (Lit)
Boom (Waa)