30

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
With a .30 I feel like the man
I do not fight so don't come with a poke
Don't lack this shit no joke
Too many guns I don't know what to blow
Try to diss that's a ticket to death
My bitch a demon she click at the best
Like she a freak put the dick in her face
Oot at his feet make him pick up the pace
Roll up the Dotty this shit got me laced (Dotty!)
Like I be buggin don't know how to act
Everything shot no dap
Shawty a thottie I'm all on her back
Ayo Touch, shit got a kick, like
Beam on a blick can't miss
He not a shooter he oot in my spliff
Like keep a Lilo I cannot get stitched

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
He dead, tell by the twitch
Free my brothers, I know they won't snitch
Like, like, what? I'ma get strange
Ooter got aim like limitless range
Please do not get me upset
Hit through the neck we don't aim for the vest
It's a party if I'm bringing out Carter
Dissing on gang, that's on bro he get stretched

[Verse 2: Dee Billz]
How niggas moving like that?
Baby how you maneuver like that?
Girl you know I ain't lacking for that
Baby you know I'm smarter than that
Jay not for nothing, he packing the gat
Clean the mess, body in the back
[?] right here got the strap in the back
Say he on court, but them niggas is whack
Told Jay, catch it and shoot, control like Klay, damn
We got the drop where he lay
My niggas alive smoking mans to the face, damn
Bend through, send two, gone
Staying on 50 its quick to get drawn, like
She like the shit that we on
Couple of ooters, they love to perform, like
We in the party she shaking the room, damn
She make it clap to the tunes
Said she a freak baby you should've knew, like
Beat it when I'm in the mood
I'm too sauce when I'm off the drink
And she look sexy when she in pink
How can I lack for a bitch who won't link?
Wocky, wocky, can't even think
She feeling horny, she wanna rump
I'm feeling neaky, thumb in her what?
Off the Migos she sucking it up
Down to ride, is you upping or what?
Freaky in private, in public she classy
All natural she got the jatty
Lightskin baddie, she really sassy
And we blicked him cause he was too flashy

[Interlude: Dee Billz and Kyle Richh]
Damn, damn, damn, like what, like
Shake it, like, shake it, like what, like damn
Yo Billz! Where the big booty bitches at?
They over there!
Grah, shake that shit like damn

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
He dead, tell by the twitch
Free my brothers, I know they won't snitch
Like, like, what? I'ma get strange
Ooter got aim like limitless range
Please do not get me upset
Hit through the neck we don't aim for the vest
It's a party if I'm bringing out Carter
Dissing on gang, that's on bro he get stretched

[Outro: Kyle Richh and Dee Billz]
Damn, like what, like damn, bitch, grah grah grah
Grah grah, Grah grah grah grah
Everybody shot, like, everything dead
KR! Dee Billz! 41 shots to the head, 41, 41