Thirty lyrics

[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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck?)
Get hit just for thinking he’s tough
Smoking gelato n*gga need a puff
High as the f*ck b*tch I ain’t hearing nun
f*ck 12, b*tch I feel like I’m Friz
Big stick, what the f*ck is a twig
Bite swag, like a motherf*cking tick
Buffet boy up in the VIP, Okay
She tryna f*ck tell her “Sеnd her my way”
I’m not tryna f*ck I just want a lil face
n*ggas be brokе and that sh*t ain’t okay
I’ll flipping your whole sh*t with a motherf*cking 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 motherf*cking sh*t 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 f*ck out the chair
Shawty look good, lemme f*ck up that hair
I’m taking shots what the f*ck 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 f*ck is you at, n*gga drop me the pin
I’m smoking gelato, n*gga 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 n*ggas shoot back
Hop out the whip and n*ggas like “Who that?”
[Verse 4: Buffetboyjohn & Vermani]
n*gga it’s me, n*gga 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, n*ggas be thinking we cool
Hands like creed, Don’t play your luck, I’ll turn your ass to food
b*tch I’m on feet, up in your crib, n*gga 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 f*ck up the building (Ha!)
NYC, I’m swerving the coupe
Yeah b*tch I take off the ceiling (Ha!)
Can’t f*ck with The Buffet baby yeah thats true
Try something lil b*tch you silly (Ha!)
She tryna f*ck baby I’m on snooze
Sorry if I hurt ya feelings (Ha!)

I said "Adios" to that b*tch, baby you too dirty
I’m tryna run up a motherf*cking 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-)