text: Pull up on you with a dirty clip 
  Better duck, I pull it off the hip 
  If I pull it, Ima let it rip 
  Pull up on you with a dirty clip 
  Pull up on you with a dirty clip 
  Better duck, I pull it off the hip 
  If I pull it, Ima let it rip 
  Pull up on you with a dirty clip 
  I got that thirty thang, nine millimeter
  Im like a track star, bullets gonna fuckin meet ya
  Its the ice king, price on your head 
  Ten Gs, funk with me, nigga, have you dead 
  I got young niggas, yeah, I keep em fed
  Street cred, have you bitch niggas fuckin dead
  Did three years, ice king, fuck the feds
  Tell on me, fuck around and meet the lead
  Pull up on you with a dirty clip 
  Better duck, I pull it off the hip 
  If I pull it, Ima let it rip 
  Pull up on you with a dirty clip 
  Pull up on you with a dirty clip 
  Better duck, I pull it off the hip 
  If I pull it, Ima let it rip 
  Pull up on you with a dirty clip 
  Steph Curry with the thirty, yeah, I shoot the shit
  Kunta shit, get on you and boom-boom your shit
  Earn it like I want it, aint no stoppin ever
  It took the props to get the bag, a plot together
  Our shit dont stop, have my son poppin
  Runnin up on you, ooh-op, you done, opp
  When the rabbit got the gun, thats when the fun stop
  Ill grab the bag, run up on em and then bail on cops
  Coppin blow, Im not stoppin bro, off the clock
  On that ass, money fast and my pockets slow
  Heard you started shit, fully loaded, burners
  Pull up with blood, you know whats up, how we rockin, cousin?
  Pull up on you with a dirty clip 
  Better duck, I pull it off the hip 
  If I pull it, Ima let it rip 
  Pull up on you with a dirty clip 
  Pull up on you with a dirty clip 
  Better duck, I pull it off the hip 
  If I pull it, Ima let it rip 
  Pull up on you with a dirty clip 
  See the gold it go round my neck, gold on my teeth, worth thirty
  Try to snatch mine, then in your ass goin thirty
  Niggas act bad, spank they ass like a kid
  Have your ass swoll up like a dirty pig
  Pistol talkin niggas out of money tryna keep my tummy full
  Like the thirty round drum clip in my Tommy
  Ghetto night, lose your life to the crackpipe
  Pockets hurtin, fiendin for a lick, like a dyke
  In the crib, thirty models twerkin ass, thirty bottles
  Im so gone off that Hen, black, I took thirty swallows
  Thirty bands in my Balmain jeans, Im ballin everywhere
  These Balmain jeans cost two Gs, I got thirty pair
  Pull up on you with a dirty clip 
  Better duck, I pull it off the hip 
  If I pull it, Ima let it rip 
  Pull up on you with a dirty clip 
  Pull up on you with a dirty clip 
  Better duck, I pull it off the hip 
  If I pull it, Ima let it rip 
  Pull up on you with a dirty clip