Havin Pape

[Intro]
It's Thirty, come on
What up, Highxlass?
Come on (Damn Highxlass, I need this one)

[Verse]
Hmm, I never had no rap deal, but I'm still havin' pape'
You piss me off in front of me, then I'ma smack ya' face
Huh, the car you in is not safe, it ain't no gas and brakes
Huh, she got a cheap BBL, that's why her ass look fake
Huh, but I bet she still shake it like it's real
The next video I shoot, I'm 'bout to make it like a reel
You is not like me, nigga, you don't pay nobody bills
The hood hatin', that's why I stay up by the hills, come on
Ain't tryna party with you, bitch, I'm grounded
You gotta sit back and wait for your turn, this shit be timin'
Come on, before I had diamonds on, you seen me shinin'
My bitch crazy, she'll call my mama phone, I keep declinin'
Huh, I keep my lighter on a leash, they like to steal my shit
I can't go around my baby mama buzzed, she gon' kill my shit
Right now my whole right side feel weird, I don't feel my shit
They get excited when I drop 'cause niggas feel my shit
Huh, just ask my mama have she ever took to [?] shit
My kids set for life right now, they not gon' need shit
Huh, you stay consistent, you be straight, you not gon' need hits
If you pop a Oxy in a flex for real, you not gon' need Tris'
Like, I bet it make you sit down a second
If they ain't never give me time, I would've found a second
If you don't wanna work a job, go get a pound and sell it
Once you lock your city down, go out of town and sell it
She say she like the way I smell, she wanna hold me
My cousin lost his big brother, he went and OD'd
Hmm, I felt the same pain that he did, I put in OT
Huh, I can't give up 'cause all our kids dependin' on me
Huh, I won't get caught without my blick, I keep it on me
My life lit, I go outside, we leavin' four-deep
I don't believe what people say, you gotta show me
I like how you look in the face, come put it on me
Huh, this bitch fine and she clean, I'm kinda interested
She say she down to sale some coochie, so I pimped the bitch
My line private, you can't get through without a membership
If they had a class for dogshit, I would attend the bitch
I hate when niggas call my phone and be on tender shit
Like, if you think the ho fuckin', then you shouldn't be with the bitch
If you fuck off, you can't be mad who she chillin' with
Stop tryna hold your ho hostage, let her go live a bit
Hmm, I tried to stuff too much in 'em, that's why my pants ripped
I'm traumatized, you can't be doin' all that playin' shit
Hmm, I got enough cheese and bread to make a sandwich
Hmm, I got a big bag on the way, that's why my hand itch
Hmm, Tre was there, you see a Black in her ashtray
If I get up and make two K, that ain't a bad day
This bitch a cop, why she keep askin' for my last name?
My pops see me crack a smile, he think a bag came
Huh, don't nothin' but a big deposit make me happy
Long as all of my daughters smilin', I'll be happy
Always keep some fire around, I don't be scrapin'
I won't go nowhere near a crowd without the backend
Hmm, I never pull in my garage, I gotta back end
My lil' brother mad at me, she brought her fat friend
Nigga be fake, so I don't care to have rap friends
Dog might can rap, but I bet he can't do no hat dance
My brother really walk in stores, I'm not gon' [?] dance
It's one or two in your pockets, you got the flat bands
Hmm, I walk in the club and smile, and get a lap dance
Soon as I jumped in the race, I got my laps in, bitch

[Outro]
Real Money Counter, MINE shit, nigga
It's Thirty