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letra de that 30 - usg (upper sovereign grounds)

[intro: t.w.o]
yup (yup,yup),yup
yo!

[hook: t.w.o]
.40 glock on my hip, i got that 30 (uh-huh)
when i’m with my b-tch i got that 30 (brrrr)
when i’m with my clique i got that 30 (uh-huh)
ridin’ round in my whip, i got that 30 (skuuurrrt)
run up, you gon’ get hit i got that 30 (uh-huh)
no, i can never slip, i got that 30 (yessir)
f-ck that extra clip, i got that 30 (uh-huh)
when i’m on that strip i got that 30 (yo)

[verse 1: t.w.o]
when i’m out on that lick i got that 30 (brrrr)
ridin’ round in my whip, i got that 30 (skurt skuurrrrt)
when i’m with my b-tch i got that 30 (brrr brrr)
in the club with my clique, i got that 30 (boom boom)
hit ’em j, 30 (yeah)
get your home [?] up for a birdie (yessir)
at your momma crib where we gon’ stake out (get in!)
yeah we sn-tched her up by 6:30
in the club like mr. [?] (yup)
rob n-gg-s, miss berling (uh)
mac 11, leave him [?] out, leave his brains goin’ from this 30 (yessir)
i’m a boss and my sh-t is up (yup yup)
grab the sk, fill it up (fill it up)
on my pac sh-t, hit ’em up (hit ’em up)
[?] can’t get ’em up, here we go now
headshot i’m like brody (bow)
then we off with that rollie (yessir)
then we off in that two door
ridin’ off in that stolie (skurt skurt)
i guess it’s best if you don’t owe me (yup)
i guess it’s best if you don’t know me (nah)
i guess it’s best you get beat up bro, ’cause i do my dirt for maloney (bow)
rich b-tch get that 30 (yeah)
when i take a p-ss get that 30 (yessir)
when we roll up on you, at the red light, watch his brains lit from that 30 (yup)

[verse 2: swan gody]
glock .18 and that go brrrr, ’cause i know they got plans for us
right in the dirt is where i’m down to put ’em (yah)
so they rollin’ up bands for us
i get down mean with the [?] .14 (uh-huh)
f-ck your vest, bomb [?] clean (yeah)
i ain’t gotta keep this ak clean (die!)
i got my little friend on the m16 (boom)
.45 with extendos, [?] (uh-huh)
i’ma just keep on duckin’
i’ma keep them things comin’ (bing)
all you gon’ see is these sh-lls droppin’
on the top of the pistol, it’ll be impossible to miss you
bong,bong,bong,bong,bong (uh-huh)
the sound of [?] missile
grraa,grraa,grraa,grraa,grraa
i guess you done caught your issue
bing,bing,bing,bing,bing
[?]
you know my hitters ain’t no quitters, and they come for brains (uh-huh)
they’ll throw a whole clip in your in your range and holla “keep the change!” (facts)
if they can’t catch you while you stuck out in that traffic (word)
they’ll catch you in font of your momma crib and open up with that mac clip (grraa)
ooh that boy did a backflip (woo)
ooh that spittin’ up his guts
ooh that boy is d.o.a
yeah that boy shouldn’t’ve f-cked with us (haaa)

[hook: t.w.o & rowdy rebel]
.40 glock on my hip, i got that 30 (uh-huh)
when i’m with my b-tch i got that 30 (ha ahh ahh,ha ahh ahh,ha ahh)
when i’m with my clique i got that 30 (bow,ha bow)
ridin’ round in my whip, i got that 30 (skuuurrrt)
run up, you gon’ get hit i got that 30 (rowdy baby, rowdy baby)
no, i can never slip, i got that 30 (ha lala, lala)
f-ck that extra clip, i got that 30 (bow)
when i’m on that strip i got that 30 (ha lala)
(grraa,bow,bow,grraa)

[verse 3: rowdy rebel]
slide up on yo block (skurt,skurt,skurt,skurt,skurt) and do you dirty (do you dirty)
b-tch that .30 on my back, that’s stephen curry (grraa,stephen curry,bow)
and my shooters never lie, they out to hurry (out to hurry)
trynna turn a f-ckin’ house into a birdie (into a birdie,woo woo)
like f-ck a rollie, got my fresh check, boy that’s 30 (f-ck that rollie,grraa bow)
because his head is trynna clip me, but i’m st-rdy (but i’m st-rdy)
and they won’t get me, that’s that 16 in this .30 (all in this .30)
and that big glizzy on my hip, b-tch that’s big ernie (b-tch that’s big ernie)
before i slack up off my sh-t, b-tch i go get it (b-tch i go get it)
f-ck who ain’t with it (what?)
when i head to the top, yes b-tch i’m sh-ttin’ (i’m sh-ttin’)
like, f-ck all they feelin’s (aa)
i’mma get n-gg-s mad and i ain’t gon’ feel it (aaaa)
i’ma go get a million (a million,bow)
take care of the hood,take care of the children (aaaa)
still hang with the k!llas (bow)
no, i ain’t a k!lla but trust me i’ll k!ll ya (i’ll k!ll ya,woo)
don’t play with my n-gg-s (woo,my n-gg-s)
’cause this .30 i got will hit up your liver (your liver,woo)
yeah, rowdy that n-gg- (that n-gg-,woo)
yeah, rowdy call shots and rowdy pull triggers (pull triggers,woo)
rowdy’ll hit ya (grraa) ,so don’t f-ck with rowdy or him and his n-gg-s (aaaa)

- usg upper sovereign grounds

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