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Turls - 30 Lyrics



Turls - 30 Lyrics




Every f*cking second it's 30 new rappers
Rapping bout they new 30s
And how they sip dirty
How they gon hurt me if I try em
Yea I'm dying
God was callin anyways
It's just perfect timing
Every f*cking second 30 rappers out the blue
Every f*cking second tryna get down w the crew
Tell me boy what's new
All this flexing ain't cool
Bust back down the road
Tire smoke from the hooptie

Being real is so rare
Niggas hating everyday
But ion care
They let me in the game
Now they can't compare

Strip the beat until it's bare
Ain't no hook
Bitch I'm prepared
And u looking in despair

Every f*cking second it's 30 new rappers
Rapping bout they new 30s
And how they sip dirty
How they gon hurt me if I try em
Yea I'm dying
God was callin anyways
It's just perfect timing
Every f*cking second 30 rappers out the blue
Every f*cking second tryna get down w the crew
Tell me boy what's new
All this flexing ain't cool
Bust back down the road
Tire smoke from the hooptie

Lamborghini yellow
Like a peppercini
Asthma gas they call it little wheezy
Niggas pressed bout the cheese
Out here looking like paninis
Hot sake shots and some halibut sashimi

Every f*cking second it's 30 new rappers
Rapping bout they new 30s
And how they sip dirty
How they gon hurt me if I try em
Yea I'm dying
God was callin anyways
It's just perfect timing
Every f*cking second 30 rappers out the blue
Every f*cking second tryna get down w the crew
Tell me boy what's new
All this flexing ain't cool
Bust back down the road
Tire smoke from the hooptie

Stoges under my beanie
8 ball in her bikini
She suck on my zucchini
While she dripping like some Fiji

Her hair green like a kiwi
Put the dope on repeat
Heart all on my sleeve
Best believe it's not no elite

Lamborghini yellow
Like a peppercini
Asthma gas they call it little wheezy
Niggas pressed bout the cheese
Out here looking like paninis
Hot sake shots and some halibut sashimi

Every f*cking second it's 30 new rappers
Rapping bout they new 30s
And how they sip dirty
How they gon hurt me if I try em
Yea I'm dying
God was callin anyways
It's just perfect timing
Every f*cking second 30 rappers out the blue
Every f*cking second tryna get down w the crew
Tell me boy what's new
All this flexing ain't cool
Bust back down the road
Tire smoke from the hooptie

Lamborghini yellow
Like a peppercini
Asthma gas they call it little wheezy
Niggas pressed bout the cheese
Out here looking like paninis
Hot sake shots and some halibut sashimi
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Every f*cking second it's 30 new rappers
Rapping bout they new 30s
And how they sip dirty
How they gon hurt me if I try em
Yea I'm dying
God was callin anyways
It's just perfect timing
Every f*cking second 30 rappers out the blue
Every f*cking second tryna get down w the crew
Tell me boy what's new
All this flexing ain't cool
Bust back down the road
Tire smoke from the hooptie

Being real is so rare
Niggas hating everyday
But ion care
They let me in the game
Now they can't compare

Strip the beat until it's bare
Ain't no hook
Bitch I'm prepared
And u looking in despair

Every f*cking second it's 30 new rappers
Rapping bout they new 30s
And how they sip dirty
How they gon hurt me if I try em
Yea I'm dying
God was callin anyways
It's just perfect timing
Every f*cking second 30 rappers out the blue
Every f*cking second tryna get down w the crew
Tell me boy what's new
All this flexing ain't cool
Bust back down the road
Tire smoke from the hooptie

Lamborghini yellow
Like a peppercini
Asthma gas they call it little wheezy
Niggas pressed bout the cheese
Out here looking like paninis
Hot sake shots and some halibut sashimi

Every f*cking second it's 30 new rappers
Rapping bout they new 30s
And how they sip dirty
How they gon hurt me if I try em
Yea I'm dying
God was callin anyways
It's just perfect timing
Every f*cking second 30 rappers out the blue
Every f*cking second tryna get down w the crew
Tell me boy what's new
All this flexing ain't cool
Bust back down the road
Tire smoke from the hooptie

Stoges under my beanie
8 ball in her bikini
She suck on my zucchini
While she dripping like some Fiji

Her hair green like a kiwi
Put the dope on repeat
Heart all on my sleeve
Best believe it's not no elite

Lamborghini yellow
Like a peppercini
Asthma gas they call it little wheezy
Niggas pressed bout the cheese
Out here looking like paninis
Hot sake shots and some halibut sashimi

Every f*cking second it's 30 new rappers
Rapping bout they new 30s
And how they sip dirty
How they gon hurt me if I try em
Yea I'm dying
God was callin anyways
It's just perfect timing
Every f*cking second 30 rappers out the blue
Every f*cking second tryna get down w the crew
Tell me boy what's new
All this flexing ain't cool
Bust back down the road
Tire smoke from the hooptie

Lamborghini yellow
Like a peppercini
Asthma gas they call it little wheezy
Niggas pressed bout the cheese
Out here looking like paninis
Hot sake shots and some halibut sashimi
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Writer: Kiley Turley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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