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[intro]
top 30 n*gga (30 gang)
free the guys n*gga
iraq stand up n*gga

[verse]
yo, i’m 3 0 like solja lizk
brody stand over sh*t
n*ggas don’t know the clique, we really smoking sh*t (30 gang)
all of my n*ggas demons, the ones you don’t go against (hahahaha)
all headshots, we really open sh*t (pow pow pow pow pow pow)
i stay with a hand rocket, equipped with a cinnabon (pow pow pow pow pow pow)
ain’t no shooting back, n*ggas just finna run (hahahaha facts)
stick a fork in ’em, i swear this n*gga done (this n*gga done y’all)
he ain’t used his head, i swear this n*gga dumb (clown ass n*gga)
i’m with all of the bullsh*t, stay with a full clip (pow pow)
we all from the same gang, we on some hood sh*t (iraq n*gga)
you think you f*cking with me, you smoking good sh*t (dope)
we got all over blood, and the n*gga he stood with (that part)
3 0 that’s the squad, b*tch i’m from 30 gang (30 gang)
catch a n*gga lacking, he dead in the turning lane (rrt rrt)
cl!ck, cl!ck, boom, rip through his vеrtebrae (pow pow)
another man down, b*tch it’s a dirty gamе (dirty game)
don’t make me bully n*ggas, brody can’t handle me (can’t handle me n*gga)
i’m from the southside, we press like piano keys (iraq)
i been on some fly sh*t, tall tees and baggy jeans (real rap)
i been had the streets jumping, just like a trampoline (bop)
so put that little weapon up, little n*gga don’t step to us (don’t step to us)
we with all the extra stuff, my gang f*ck sections up (f*ck sections up)
we warring with anybody, ain’t n0body checking us (go to war with anybody n*gga)
we putting demos down, that’s why they respecting us (on the dead homies)
them people watching me, they say i’m a crime boss (hahaha)
he ain’t use his head, so we took his mind off (pow pow)
they was tryna sign me, but b*tch i can sign y’all (b*tch i can sign y’all)
a n*gga play with hank, my k!llers gon’ find y’all (3 0)
it’s blood all on my hands, pass me the pine*sol (pass me that sh*t)
i waited up in line, b*tch it’s my time now (it’s my time now)
i’m outshining n*ggas, i ain’t even trying y’all (i ain’t try y’all)
n*ggas say he eating, i know he lying y’all (he lying n*gga)
007, free little bro tooey ru (free tooey ru)
ar with compressors, we let them uzis shoot (pow pow)
leave a hole in ’em the size of a hula hoop (yeah that)
n*gga you the target we gon’ throw bullets through (pow pow)
n*ggas die young thinking they bulletproof (you ain’t bulletproof n*gga)
y’all n*ggas ain’t on sh*t, your hood we pulling through (rrt rrt)
n*gga your sidekick, well blood he can get it too (he can get it too)
i’m all in your b*tch mouth, just like a missing tooth (hahahaha)
[outro]
bris mode n*gga
007
oh yeah
chase him down
stand over n*gga
welcome to iraq

- cml lavish d

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