30 Lyrics – Fivio Foreign
Singer: Fivio Foreign
Title: 30
This is Woo
Woo
This is crip
Ayo Cig
From the cut
Ayo Cig
Huh? (Grrr)
F**k what you talking ’bout, n***a? (Baow)
Huh? (Baow)
Stupid (Baow)
It’s thirty-two in the clip, n***a (Woo, grrr, woo, baow)
Baow, movie
Pop Smoke, Bizzy
Like, like
Dawg, pass me the sitchy, I’m clutch (Woo)
Tell ’em, “Come spin my block”, (Hahahaha), tell ’em, “Come send them shots”
You ain’t no shooter (At all), baow, you just tote that chop (Woo)
You don’t want beef, you just want some props (Haha)
I ain’t get touched, how you my opp?
B*t*h, I’m too sauced
Nah, I don’t dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo walk (Yeah)
The most I might do is the Woo walk (Yeah)
And I know they mad, uh (I know they mad)
Look, but please don’t act silly (Please don’t act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (Yeah, grrah)
They gon’ think I’m a dizzy
B*t*h, I’m a sleaze, baow (Sleaze), give a f**k who you be (Give a f**k who you be)
Yeah, I f**k with them real n***as (Real n***as), who f**kin’ with me
Don’t ask if I’m GDK (At all, at all), nah, n***a, I’m EBK (EBK)
F**k the judge and the DEA (f**k them n***as), suck d**k if you feel a way
I’m a lil’ body but I talk like a big body ’cause I put in that pain (Baow)
I walk with that lil’ body but I back out that big body if you speak on my name (Grrt)
These n***as know nothin’ ’bout me but they gon keep talkin’ bout me and that sh*t ain’t gon’ change (Woo)
I been in a cell and ain’t sh*t you can tell me (Woo), if you ain’t got hands, invest in 11’s (Woo)
Toughest n***a in your squad gon’ be tellin’, now all them n***as that be with me some felons
I really talk on the beats (Beats)
If you not in the streets, you won’t understand it
I get the chop’ and that n***a gon’ panic
Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage, like (Uh)
Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage
Yeah, I got Ruger with me, Leeky with me, b*t*h (Haha), we don’t spin in no Ubers
And I got Rilla with me, Juju with me, b*t*h (That’s a whole lotta shooters), we might hit your medulla
You can’t get busy with me, jiggy with me, demon with me, hundo’ with me, uh (Nah)
The first n***a actin’ silly, catch a figgy
Pass the glizzy (Haha) and just watch how he run (Grrr), watch how he—
Dawg, pass me the sitchy, I’m clutch (Pass me the sitchy, I’m clutch baow)
Tell ’em, “Come spin my block”, (Woo), tell ’em, “Come send them shots” (Hahahaha)
You ain’t no shooter, baow (Nah), you just tote that chop (You lyin’)
You don’t want beef, you just want some props (Facts)
I ain’t get touched, how you my opp? (Baow)
B*t*h, I’m too sauced (Too sauced)
Nah, I don’t dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo walk (Woo)
The most I might do is the Woo walk (Woo back, baby)
And I know they mad, uh (I know they)
Look, but please don’t act silly (Hahaha, please don’t act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (What? You get shot)
They gon’ think I’m a dizzy
Tell that n***a to spin (Spin), that’s when the party begin (That’s when the party begin)
And my Glock full of sins (Sins), bullets hit your chin, (Huh)
I walk away grinnin’ (Baow)
If you jack my sh*t K (K, K), then it’s f**k what you said (f**k, f**k)
Bizzy send shots where you lay (Bizzy send shots)
Bizzy send shots where you lay (Bizzy send shots)
Look, said I’m 823, sanctioned (Sanctioned)
Reach for my chain, we gon’ spank ’em (Spank ’em)
I ain’t your regular gang member (Nah)
Everybody know I’m sanctioned (Bangin’)
If I step on a island, we wildin’ up (Up)
I ain’t gon’ step till the guards is out (Out)
Free Psych Bike, free Ziggy Zah
My n***as raisin’ the body count (Free all my n***as)
.44 Bulldog, make ’em get back (Back)
I ain’t with the talk or the chit-chat (Not at all)
Get your sh*t cracked (Woo)
If I back out the chop, better get back (Baow)
Call Dread, that’s the new Tom Brady (Brady)
N***as gettin’ no bread ’cause they lazy (Lazy)
Tell Dread lift ’em (Huh), if that n***a talkin’ crazy (Lift that n***a)
Now it’s f**k you, pay me (Pay me), or bullets start blazin’ (Blazin’)
Since I was young we invested in guns, now we lookin’ at the stars in the Wraith (Hahaha)
While I’m gettin’ head by your bae (Yeah)
She like, “Poppy, I love how you taste” (Woo)
She like, “Poppy, can you nut?” (Nut)
I’m like, “Baby, just wait” (Huh, wait)
I told her to—
Dawg (Woo), pass me the sitchy, I’m clutch (Pass me the sitchy, I’m clutch baow)
Tell ’em, “Come spin my block”, (Woo), tell ’em, “Come send them shots” (Hahahaha)
You ain’t no shooter, baow (Nah), you just tote that chop (You lyin’)
You don’t want beef, you just want some props (Facts)
I ain’t get touched, how you my opp? (Baow)
B*t*h, I’m too sauced (Too sauced)
Nah, I don’t dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo walk (Woo)
The most I might do is the Woo walk (Woo back, baby)
And I know they mad, uh (I know they)
Look, but please don’t act silly (Hahaha, please don’t act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (What? You get shot)
They gon’ think I’m a dizzy
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
You can purchase their music thruor
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
Big Nose - Flame
Jhariah - BAD LUCK!
Lyrics Fivio Foreign – 30
Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.
We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂
You can purchase their music thru