Yerk 30 - G Herbo

Yerk thirty high

Real dirty sprite

Bitch you heard me right

Live the dirty life

Clutch my thirty tight

Eatin at the gangsta table splittin dirty rice

Bitch this shit like Cosa Nostra yea you heard it right

Might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right

I made a lot out a little

I ain’t gon' hop out I’m witchu

I ain’t gon' plot against you

If they turn I’m hoppin the fence too

I started out with nothin

I ain’t have a pot to go piss too

You rich I’m rich as bitch too

You spent a dub in this bitch too

And bitch I stay with Sizzle

We made a lot from little

Exoctic chunks from out the runts I fill the blunt with skittlez

And bitch this clique don’t fit you pause, suck a dick too

You know I stay glued to this pistol cock that bitch back its ritual

Bitches like pitbulls Imma stick at you

Gotta get you up out we sick of you

And I hop out the Audi and get the coupe

Got two Bentleys them bitches identical

Bouta get a Lambo truck when it drop

Told foenem it’s merch that’s on Roc

That don’t mean after that I’m gon' stop

I might get anotha whip if it’s more hot

You know I ain’t gotta ride with the door locked

Got some shit on my lap like a robot

So I gotta bust a left at the roadblock bust a right hop out on yo block

We ain’t tryna spot you that adios

Fuck around and get dead like geronimo

Couldn’t see that boy head when you got close

You was fuckin with somebody mama tho

In the street all you got is yo honor tho

Get respect yea that bitch like a pot of gold

Went to school with hard knocks and graduated

Yea I stayed on the block let the honor roll

And I stayed bumpin heads with my momma tho

Started gettin money next thing she my homie

Bought a glock I ain’t get it from Carlos

I was livin two block right up off Stony

Shoot this bitch broad day if you run up on me

Two hunnit in the crib so I’m comin home then

You ain’t even got five hunnit to ya name

Can’t even bury yaself pussy run along then

Now ya momma fucked up callin ya homies

And they broke as fuck tell me what they gon' loan

But it’s leave a nigga fucked up like pneumonia

Nah nigga got me fucked up run up on em

Nigga done lucked up if he hadn’t a gon

This bitch done jammed up I don’t want ha

Now hand me that other bitch spin the corner

Now you on that sucka shit spin the corner

Yerk thirty high

Real dirty sprite

Bitch you heard me right

Live the dirty life

Clutch my thirty tight

Eatin at the gangsta table splittin dirty rice

Bitch this shit like Cosa Nostra yea you heard it right

Might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right

I made a lot out a little

I ain’t gon' hop out I’m witchu

I ain’t gon' plot against you

If they turn I’m hoppin the fence too

You’ll be surprised if you meet me whatchu find

I’m like beep beep GT flyin

And I’m knee deep in the diamonds

Not yet you ain’t realizin

Got opportunities you just minimizin

You just want immunity and were disguised in it

Ou I should put one in yo eyes

Did yo granny ever tell you to mind yo business

Only yours pussy close them doors pussy

We don’t got no two neighbors on the same floor ain’t no recording lookin

I smoke exoctic this the runtz, biscotti, or some more cookies

That shit you smokin on a hunnit a zip you can’t afford lookin

Lil bro countin racks he made off of sports he like his own bookie

I just left from Saks to find the shorts that match my Fendi hoodie

They offered me two hunnit racks to wear this clothing line I shouda took it

I told them I need a milli cause I stay fresh as fuck I was being bumtious

Really I was being silly that shit was wack as fuck I ain’t even want shit

Bellaire sent my money a couple months ago I ain’t even touch it

Told em I want it full when I go on tour but that’s another subject

Know Imma bring the gang but we’ll speak later cause that’s anotha budget

After parties booked that’s another quarter just to go out in public

Know foenem tryna fuck with all the hoes and shit so I’m like fuck it

Everybody came to party but if you startin sum what’s all that ruckus

Know we gon' go retarded bitch it’s a hunnit shots on all our buses

Yerk thirty high

Real dirty sprite

Bitch you heard me right

Live the dirty life

Clutch my thirty tight

Eatin at the gangsta table splittin dirty rice

Bitch this shit like Cosa Nostra yea you heard it right

Might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right

I made a lot out a little

I ain’t gon' hop out I’m witchu

I ain’t gon' plot against you

If they turn I’m hoppin the fence too