Thirty

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
In love with a white girl
She soft as powder
I get hard around her
I whip her right here
She French, I'm a coke boy
Don't fuck with broke boys
She know I'm a dope boy
She said get me dope, boy

[Verse 1: Buffetboyjohn]
Slide on his block, give a fuck who you with
I’m with the bros know I stay with the fifth
Me and the guys know I stay with my kin (Yuh)
Nobody do it like us (The Fuck?)
Get hit just for thinking he’s tough
Smoking gelato nigga need a puff
High as the fuck bitch I ain’t hearing nun
Fuck 12, bitch I feel like I’m Friz
Big stick, what the fuck is a twig
Bite swag, like a motherfucking tick
Buffet boy up in the VIP, Okay
She tryna fuck tell her “Send her my way”
I’m not tryna fuck I just want a lil face
Niggas be broke and that shit ain’t okay
I’ll flipping your whole shit with a motherfucking play

[Chorus: Buffetboyjohn]
Thirty, Thirty, Thirty
Thirty, Thirty, Thirty
Thirty, Thirty, Thirty
Thirty, Thirty, Thirty
Thirty, Thirty

[Verse 2: Vermani]
Thirty pills ain’t enough tonight
Dirty talk on me get hit with a right
I put that motherfucking shit in my sprite
We did a line, i’m as high as a kite
You the man of the minute, i’m the man of the year
Always sending pics, get the fuck out the chair
Shawty look good, lemme fuck up that hair
I’m taking shots what the fuck is a beer
Down thirty

[Chorus: Vermani]
Thirty, Thirty, Thirty
Thirty, Thirty, Thirty, (Thirty-thir-)
Thirty, Thirty, Thirty
Thirty, Thirty, Thirty, (Thirty-thir-)

[Verse 3: Buffetboyjohn]
Dumbass lil boy he got hit in the hip
We gon shoot in the crowd, we don’t care who you with
Where the fuck is you at, nigga drop me the pin
I’m smoking gelato, nigga not no gin (Huh)
No, I can’t do that
Latina hoe tryna take off my durag
Clear out the V, ain’t no way niggas shoot back
Hop out the whip and niggas like “Who that?”

[Verse 4: Buffetboyjohn & Vermani]
Nigga it’s me, Nigga it’s us, Tell me what you wanna do
Hop out the V, dont make a fuss, I’m tryna see how you move
Don’t even reach, don’t get no trust, niggas be thinking we cool
Hands like creed, Don’t play your luck, I’ll turn your ass to food
Bitch I’m on feet, up in your crib, nigga like give me your loot”
Try me, don’t get out your top, I’m tryna keep it cool
Like no other, down that hatch, 1942
Real heartbreaker, baby don’t trust, baby thats just my mood

[Verse 5: Vermani]
Baby that’s just how im feeling
Walk in the function I fuck up the building (Ha!)
NYC, I’m swerving the coupe
Yeah bitch I take off the ceiling (Ha!)
Can’t fuck with The Buffet baby yeah thats true
Try something lil bitch you silly (Ha!)
She tryna fuck baby I’m on snooze
Sorry if I hurt ya feelings (Ha!)

I said "Adios" to that bitch, baby you too dirty
I’m tryna run up a motherfucking million I’m tryna run me like thirty

[Chorus: Vermani]
Thirty, Thirty, Thirty
Thirty, Thirty, Thirty, (Thirty-thir-)
Thirty, Thirty, Thirty
Thirty, Thirty, Thirty, (Thirty-thir-)