Lil Villa - 30 Pointers (feat. Terry Five) Lyrics

Wake up F1LTHY
I shoot 30 pointers up like a bottle
No one likes the bottom of my
Aim it at you motherf*cker
We counted it up like a part of a dime
That nigga keep talking shit
That it must be a fake
Ha he a dime
I gave her all the jewels in the world
But she's still f*cking left
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Three
30, 30, 30, 30, 30
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I had to pull up
Uh, uh
Shawty, she tripping
Uh, uh
I ain't even leaving
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
You need to just stop real fast
If you don't stop fast
I'ma send that nigga make you come in last
Grab that chopstick and lock that mic
She kicked that before I beat her twice
Give the breakfast, I got ice
She look good, but she so triflent
Beating these niggas like Mike Tyson
Toss to a rat, she living bright
Small ass dress, they look like Zion's
Kill all these niggas, I'm throwing a crack
Give me my money, give me my dime
These niggas be fake, they could be fine
Hey, niggas with dress, they always be lying
Muscle on your shoulder, ain't paying no dime
Free little thing, he throwing that time
Grab that cabbie from the coastline
Grab that, yeah, you got that
Yeah, me and Terry Five
We slide with all them foreigns
We shoot all these niggas see
All these niggas be fake
F*cking posing on the net
Y'all ain't got no figures
This bitch said I was a side character bitch
You ain't been nobody for a good little minute
If we was talking motherf*cker
You ain't have no fame
Until you was, with
Me
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yeah, I'm shooting that .30
Pointers motherf*cker
I ain't missing
Yuh, yeah, I'm shooting a .30
Pointers motherf*cker
I ain't missing
Niggas talking shit
Motherf*cker, he ain't dissing
Aiming at you, motherf*cker
I ain't missing
Spider food everywhere
Y'all like a diss
You want me to stay
Motherf*cker, I'm leaving
F*cked everybody on your side too
I can pull up
Shoot a .30 like Boo
Racing so fast past
These niggas so fast
Like bew
Me and my bros
We getting them jewls
Getting on juice like crew
Yuh
We getting on jewls
Yuh, yuh
Yuh
We getting on jewls
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
We getting on jewls so crazy
We getting on jewls so crazy
Bang
God
So crazy
Hop on the beat
Like Lil Baby
Talk shit bad
She won't be my lady
Told her
Okay
I'm having a baby
I just been to a big house
So crazy
I just been to a big house
So crazy
I'ma be ballin
Sound like 80
I'm leaving at 30
Like my name's Davey
Niggas my fans
But why they be hating
They just wanna be me
They wanna replace me
I get to the money
These niggas so lazy
I get to the money
I shoot 30 pointers like the bottle of what
No one likes the bottom of my
Like the bottom of a lime
Aim it at
You motherf*cker
We counted it up
Like a part of a dime
That nigga keep talking shit
That it must be fake
Huh
Yeah
Bam
I gave her all the jewls in the world
But she still f*ckin' left
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