Yung C3 - 30k Lyrics

Top Shotta
Ima Don dada
He ain't really with it
He don't really want problems
Send him to the morgue
Give a fuck about a doctor
Young lit Nigga
Bitch ima gotta than a sana
Real Nigga Tryna get a figure
Have him screaming don't Like he fucking Braxton tiller
Capping for the net That boy ain't a real hitter
See me getting money that's the reason why they bitter
Keep on with that bitching
Ima send you to your mama
Ima chill nigga
No time for the drama
No time for the games
Only time for the comas
Fuck up in a head
From my childhood trauma
That choppa it got kick back
Boy you better get back
Before you get your shit cracked
My niggas yea they with that
Capping like you with it
Boy you ain't with it
Put on in your fitted
Since you acting silly
Nowadays everybody Shooters
But ain't killing shit
Got a gun for and tell you boy you ain't drilling shit
Pull up on yo block with some sticks
We gone blitz some shit
He said he want my head
I ain't ducking come and get me bitch
Thugging with la dlo
Free my nigga vedo
Swerve on yo block
I ain't playing better get low
Gang gang Gorilla gang
Yea bitch you know the name
Stay the same Never switch up on the fucking gang
And ima stay the same
And that's a fucking fact
Talking out your top
That's gone get you whack
Running up that sack
With my nigga snacks
Gotta Glock with a 30
Bullets hit his back
Yeah I be cooling
Getting to the money
They acting funny
Get the fuck from round me
Yeah ima beast
I stay up in the streets
Choppa fry his ass up
Bon appétit bitch gang

Top Shotta
Ima Don dada
He ain't really with it
He don't really want problems
Send him to the morgue
Give a fuck about a doctor
Young lit Nigga
Bitch ima gotta than a sana
Real Nigga Tryna get a figure
Have him screaming don't Like he fucking Braxton tiller
Capping for the net That boy ain't a real hitter
See me getting money that's the reason why they bitter

Top Shotta
Ima Don dada
He ain't really with it
He don't really want problems
Send him to the morgue
Give a fuck about a doctor
Young lit Nigga
Bitch ima gotta than a sana
Real Nigga Tryna get a figure
Have him screaming don't Like he fucking Braxton tiller
Capping for the net That boy ain't a real hitter
See me getting money that's the reason why they bitter
Keep on with that bitching
Ima send you to your mama
Ima chill nigga
No time for the drama
No time for the games
Only time for the comas
Fuck up in a head
From my childhood trauma
That choppa it got kick back
Boy you better get back
Before you get your shit cracked
My niggas yea they with that
Capping like you with it
Boy you ain't with it
Put on in your fitted
Since you acting silly
Nowadays everybody Shooters
But ain't killing shit
Got a gun for and tell you boy you ain't drilling shit
Pull up on yo block with some sticks
We gone blitz some shit
He said he want my head
I ain't ducking come and get me bitch
Thugging with la dlo
Free my nigga vedo
Swerve on yo block
I ain't playing better get low
Gang gang Gorilla gang
Yea bitch you know the name
Stay the same Never switch up on the fucking gang
And ima stay the same
And that's a fucking fact
Talking out your top
That's gone get you whack
Running up that sack
With my nigga snacks
Gotta Glock with a 30
Bullets hit his back
Yeah I be cooling
Getting to the money
They acting funny
Get the fuck from round me
Yeah ima beast
I stay up in the streets
Choppa fry his ass up
Bon appétit bitch gang

Top Shotta
Ima Don dada
He ain't really with it
He don't really want problems
Send him to the morgue
Give a fuck about a doctor
Young lit Nigga
Bitch ima gotta than a sana
Real Nigga Tryna get a figure
Have him screaming don't Like he fucking Braxton tiller
Capping for the net That boy ain't a real hitter
See me getting money that's the reason why they bitter