Boko - Thirty Split Lyrics

Maybe you was looking at them stacks
Maybe racks, maybe gold and platted, diamond plaques
F*cking at that shady past, texting on em"K relax"
Wanting different times, shady crimes, only bills getting pass
Hoping that you love me, bitch you never bat an eye
Picking out the jewelers and the jewelry at different price
Hopping on my dick, and some other dick, two at times
Having mental battles with myself and all these other facts
Facing all this world with some problems on my back
Hearing stories that you wondering, and we almost hit a rack
Lost inside this hole, it got me shaking to my core
And I don't know if I'm just crazy, this line be going wavy
Look at all these zombies, we owning plazas in Abu Dhabi
Pray to lord that my coffin got some smokes for my body
I'll be damned at all my sins and I wanna drink on my deathbed
Cause if I go out sober then death is just my rehab
Damn, that shit is so deep
Looking at my shoes, let em creep, let me creek
Out of town for some trauma bonds, I never had a trauma long
Some PT like silent, SD was violent all along
Careful of these hoes, they might be going on a rant
Careful of my bling, might get you blinder than a rat
You-You You was a bitch, but your mama say you special
You cooking on the stove, might get you higher than the devil
Looking at the things I bought you, maybe you was using me
Bitches like some labels, they gon' use you for the jewelry
Pricing my mistakes, a hundred dollars down the drain
Naked hoes, hundred racks, Jamaican booty, faucet backs
Hop out, drive off, with all this f*cking tax
30 split, for the lord, heaven's gonna get you back
Gotta get this murder off, kill a banker, chop his neck
Chop that money, chop his cash, chopper coming, get his ass
Never got sensations like these other sleeping rappers
With the bed all in they homes, talking which deal would be better
Collar poppin' on this bitch and I got two way on my dick
To calm me back up to my sane, I'm falling off I need a break