Testo 30 Deep - BabyDrill feat. 21 Savage
Testo della canzone 30 Deep (BabyDrill feat. 21 Savage), tratta dall'album Cry For Help
(Mike WiLL) Young Rari, yeah, yeah (WiLL, WiLL)
(Mike WiLL), yeah, yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa (WiLL, WiLL)
(Mike WiLL), yeah, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa (WiLL, WiLL)
(Mike WiLL), whoa, straight up (Mike WiLL Made-It), yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa, straight up, straight up
In Mechanicsville, I got my switch, yeah, we 30 deep
SF90, this bitch cost an M, fuckin' up yo' skreet
Real dranker, pourin' muddy, I see Wockhardt when I pee
I'ma step on all my opps 'til I got bunions on my feet
In the room with cold killers, better bundle up 'round me
21, I'm golden child and they gon' gun you down 'bout me
I still ain't bumped into a bitch that I felt like I need
I pointed at the ground, and she got right down on her knees
This a new Bottega jacket, don't fuck off the money, stack it
Buddy work at Lids, cappin', Draco lights, camera, action
Drive the 'Cat, take off the traction, put my mask down, get active
Flip the switch, these bullets rapid, I don't scam, but I brought my MAC in
Shoot the promoter, don't play with my backend, pussy
He on the front page, I eat the plate and the entrée
King Smoke, get a hard-on for gun play, I'm in one hollow, the one-way
I done got money with the whole town, long live LC Dante
Huh, Young Crew geeked off Addys, nigga (geeked up), pull up, pop at addys, nigga (buh-buh)
30 in this Glock, pop out, I turned it automatic, nigga (30)
Creep on block, it's blastin', nigga (yeah), freak ho eat me nasty, nigga (yeah)
This 'Cat faster than cheetahs when BabyDrill or Evil Savage in it
Caught my opps, we high (high), I'm talmbout higher than a pilot, nigga
Slid with a mask, but they still scream my name 'cause they know I get wicked (BabyDrill)
Fentanyl turn 'em up a notch (fentanyl), he don't know nothin' but use the Glocks (buh-buh)
ScoreGod, rockin' out to Wock', huh, I'm thug life, feelin' like I'm 'Pac
In Mechanicsville, I got my switch, yeah, we 30 deep
SF90, this bitch cost an M, fuckin' up yo' skreet
Real dranker, pourin' muddy, I see Wockhardt when I pee
I'ma step on all my opps 'til I got bunions on my feet
In the room with cold killers, better bundle up 'round me
21, I'm golden child and they gon' gun you down 'bout me
I still ain't bumped into a bitch that I felt like I need
I pointed at the ground and she got right down on her knees
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Writer(s): Elias Klughammer, David Ruoff, Ahmar Bailey, She'yaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Janko Raseta, Horace Walls
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