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Lyrify.me

30 on me freestyle by Ecoys Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[Intro]
Yeah, I got a .40 on me, try your luck
All my niggas loaded, yeah, they loaded with them bucks
Cormill

[Verse 1]
I get to spazzin' on they ass (Get to spazzin')
I shoot that Glock, got them niggas runnin' fast (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
I keep that .30 on me and it 'bout to blast (It 'bout to blast)
Aye, blast your ass right to the past (To the past)
You know I gotta keep my Glock (Bah, bah)
I jam that Glock up and I aim it at your top (Bah, bah)
Yeah, aimin' for your fitted (For your fitted)
Aye, all my niggas winning, we winning
We chasing hella bags, yeah, we gettin' to them bands (To them bands)
Freaky lil' bitch, told that bitch take off her pants (Take off your pants)
And I'm killing hella niggas, put that nigga in a trance
Oh, wait, oh bitch that's your mans? (Oh that's your mans?)
Aye

[Verse 2]
Aye, I don't give no fuck (Give no fuck)
I jam that Glock up, yeah, I jam that toolie up (Bah, bah)
You get to spazzin' on me, might just have to truck
Yeah, wait, pull up Bentley Truck (Skrt, skrt)
Yeah, gotta truck a nigga
I'm oh 'vaying traffic so I gotta keep them triggas (Keep them triggas)
And all my niggas loaded, yeah, we posted with them jiggas (With them jiggas)
And all my niggas loaded, yeah, we keep that fuckin' pistol (Pew, pew)
Yeah we jammin' up, running round, bitch, I got that stamina (Got that stamina)
All my niggas loaded up and my niggas will jam it up
Wait, yeah, hold up, if you woah
[Verse 3]
I said I might just have to move around
Smokin' hella gas, I be smokin' hella pounds
Yeah, I'm mobile, what you need? I got hella rounds
Yeah, aye, bitch, I got hella pounds, I got hella rounds
Aiming for your top, aiming at your face
Nigga you is a disgrace, yeah
I'm moving up
And when I'm with my gang, you know we toolied up (We toolied up)
And when I'm with my squad, you know we keep them bucks
(Keep them bucks)
All these fuckin' blue hunnids give me cuts (They give me cuts)
And if you try me, boy, you know you test your luck
Because I always keep that stick, I keep that buck (Bah, bah)
Yeah, all these niggas softer than a bitch, they wanna talk
Just talk it out, that's why I gotta keep a Glock with a hunnid rounds
And if the nigga wanna try me, he can come to town
Yeah, I go to town up on this hoe
I go to town up on her waist (Up on her waist)
Fuck around, I might just nut on her face (Uh)
All these niggas hating on me, boy, you out of space (Uh)
Boy, get out my space, boy, just get up out my face (Aye)

[Outro]
Oh, you see me
Aye, that's why your bitch, she wanna feel me
Your bitch, she wanna feel me
Woah
Cormill