30 - Aitch

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)