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30 - qg meer lyrics

[intro]
graah*graah boom, n*gga
bow*bow*bow
graah*graah
[?] sma sh*t, n*gga (qg, n*gga)

[hook]
said the driz has been k!lling me lately
i sent the groupas to knock, but none of them upped, that was crazy
i’m tryna slide on them boys, it was daily
all of my bros call me crazy
my mother, own father can’t tame me
when the flash blink then he can say cheese
look, so much i done did for this sh*t
and they treat me like nothing, they heard i was dumpin’, they all on my d*ck
when i ain’t have sh*t in my pockets, i only had sh*t in this grip
f*ck boomer, like i threw shots in his sh*t
lil nay, why was you chillin’ with them on the strip?
like i went kuu for this switch, on bro
like i was tossin’ the nick, face out
i had to cl!ck i was sick
heard thеy got the drop from a b*tch
i don’t care about nothin’ i walk with my stick
all i know is drench
gunpowdеr pollutin’, you could smell a stench
rich nu, please get the f*ck off my d*ck
[verse 2]
say my name in your tracks but you know what i did
[?] to his wig
i don’t brag ’bout nothin’ that n*gga a kid
the cl!ckers ain’t cl!ckin’ on sh*t, like
ypfk, tell ’em suck my d*ck
prolly mad ‘cuz i’m f*cking they b*tches
top 5 my list, navy 6’s
[?] why was you takin’ that picture?
she came to my crib, told her “stay with them n*ggas”
ty got flocked for tryna ride with b*tches
and [?] b i don’t jack too much n*ggas
fnok, n*ggas gotta be snitches
they came out the precinct, know charges is pending
and them b*tches they sendin’
they better stop, ‘cuz i won’t be a victim
two knocks deep, me and 50 gon’ drench ’em

[hook]
said the driz has been k!lling me lately
i sent the groupas to knock, but none of them upped, that was crazy
i’m tryna slide on them boys, it was daily
all of my bros call me crazy
my mother, own father can’t tame me
when the flash blink then he can say cheese
look, so much i done did for this sh*t
and they treat me like nothing, they heard i was dumpin’, they all on my d*ck
when i ain’t have sh*t in my pockets, i only had sh*t in this grip
f*ck boomer, like i threw shots in his sh*t
lil nay, why was you chillin’ with them on the strip?
like i went kuu for this switch, on bro
like i was tossin’ the nick, face out
i had to cl!ck i was sick
heard they got the drop from a b*tch
i don’t care about nothin’ i walk with my stick
all i know is drench
gunpowder pollutin’, you could smell a stench
rich nu, get the f*ck off my d*ck
[outro]
on bro i had 30 in me
in the field i had 30 in me, like
in the field i had 30 in me, like
in the field i had 30 in me, like
in the field i had 30—suck my d*ck n*gga
(suck my d*ck)
(qg, n*gga not g3)
(graah, graah, graah, graah)

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