Chiracks - 30 Lyrics

F*ck with my name you get popped like a perky
Stay with that 30 they thinking I'm curry
Call me lil Herb in the foreign I be swerving
Lul Chiracks bitch im clean like detergent
Stack up the bread to the ceiling its urgent
Bitch I be fly like a bird I aint chirping
Shorty bussin she be licking and slurping
Put you in a a bag aint talking bur-kin
Bitch

YMG shit we be killing and merking
Phone DND Man I swear I be working
Big 223's In yo face if you lurking
Hella Kick man this bitch steady jerking
Hella rich man you know I stay working
Hella clips let it blow then its twerking
Flow itchy I be moving them perks in
They be quiet when you see em in person

On the gram Impersonation
I can't breathe off this dope like a cancer patient
Did this shit for 2 years and das dedication
I be facing dope thats my medication
I be changing weather like precipitation
Catch you up in traffic now you scared and shaking
When im popping out I be hot like bacon
Man im too real Ian Eva faking

Man im too cold with this shit
Ice on my neck like im frozen n shit
Tweaking with me up a pole wit a stick
Never reload I extended my clips
You should know me bitch im handsome and rich
They call me lays I be stacking my chips
Please don't run up or yo ass gettin hit
Ian joking foenem really got blicks
Make you piss when we upping them sticks
Gettin wheat you can tell from the kicks
Bitches bops I aint f*cking wit tricks
Silly rabbit man these trix are for kids
Only one night cuz she only want dick
Bend ha over put it all in her ribs
I aint capping never really told fibs
Yellow diamonds on my neck look like piss
Gimme brain bitch I don't want a kiss
Not my dick got ha mouth on my blick
100 bands bitch im trynna get rich
Blue bills in my pocket like stitch
Call me savage I might f*ck on yo bitch
Boy don't tweak got dis Glock on my hip