30 Percent

[Intro]
(Ooh, Fetti made this)

[Verse 1: EBK Bckdoe]
This bitch fucking up my mode, I can't think straight
You still got that booboo ass weed, that damn near fade
I was on the road with five bitches for like three days
You can ask them last niggas 'bout that freeway
Like aye, nigga, shoutout Richie Rich
This bitch got her hand but she ain't give me shit
Ain't nobody gave me shit when I was on the 6
She want Jimmy Choo and give me that, bitch, you gon' give me this

[Verse 2: SSRichh33]
Catch me bouncing out the load, Balenciaga toes
Nigga, this a full G man, this is not no ghost
If I can't get it out the bitch then I'ma kick a door
And you niggas still fuck with [?] and y'all know he told
Nigga, he is not hisself
Lil bro just caught another—shh, he ain't make no bail
Go and check the scoreboard, you niggas taking Ls
I know thеse niggas wanna smoke me but thеy never will

[Verse 3: Verde Babii]
Aye, but they not gon' do it
I know some niggas said that they gon' kill me but they not gon' shoot it
Why the fuck you flexing with that pole and you still ain't use it?
Sleazeball, I'm tryna turn her on to prostitution, aye
Sleazeball, I'm tryna turn her on to selling butt
You gon' fuck these tricks for couple bucks then you gon' fork it up
Aye, ain't no shooting from the load, we finna foot it up
I heard your lil brother in the county scared to knuckle up

[Verse 4: EBK Bckdoe]
Tryna hotbox his load and leave his whip smoking
I'll beat your baby mama down until my hip broken
All at your baby mama house, I got blick on me
Like how that nigga told and got rolled but that's your big homie?
But aye, nigga, it's me, myself and I
Give it here, this bitch got until I count to five
I might just have to cock my arm back and sock her in her eye
I just lost my dead pack, somebody finna die
I just lost my dead pack, I'm finna smoke somebody
Woke up in the pen hella mad, I'm finna poke somebody
If you seen me with them niggas it's a throwback probably
Before the Doe I was Lil Lott, you don't know that Mani
Before the Doe I was Lil Lott but you don't know that though
I only get my weed from [?], I don't smoke no dope
I just copped six pink 10s, I'm finna [?]
I'm tryna cook a brick in here, Rich, close that door
Nigga, they can't even take the pain so I'm applying pressure
You can catch me with lil—he gon' slide whenever
That nigga said he can move a brick but I can move it faster
I don't want a 304, I want exotic dancers