Dirty Lungs

[Hook: x2]

Lotta' smoke, dirty lungs

I swear I smoked a lot, I need 'bout thirty lungs

Word around town I'm worth 'bout thirty tons

Thirty youngin's on the block, that's 'bout thirty guns

[Verse 1:]

My little homie hit a lick, for 'bout thirty pounds

His little sister, baby daddy, he just laid 'em down

He robbed 'em with a mess like he ain't no his voice

He like I don't give a fuck, I ain't have a choice

Thirty youngin's 'round with him, they don't play around

Thirty niggas with extendo's that hold thirty rounds

Lotta' smoke, dirty lungs

Don't get your ass smoked from this dirty gun

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

It's a party going on with the Squad nigga

B.S.M., Wooh Da Kid, party hard nigga

You know Wooh Da don't play that, shooter's I'll K that

Chopstick party, you know we will A.K. that

Two two three will make him lay back

Close the curtains on your life, like a Maybach

Why I'm getting zooted with my niggas, hella dirty lungs

R.I.P. Slim D, I got us, put that on my son's

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

Fist up, thugging like the Panthers in the eightie's

Wooh Da I'm a hippy, I be smoking with your lady

Dirty lungs, dirty girl, she got dirty ways

He ain't seen her in a month, that's 'bout thirty days

Thirtie's the new twenty, then I'm in my teens

Your little sister nineteen, then I'm in her jeans

She got dirty lungs, all she do is smoke

Swimming laps in that pussy, think I need a boat

[Hook]