About the song: I Walk In The Spot 30 On Me And Some Chips Lyrics is written and sung by Dusty Locane. The title of the song is Rollin and Controllin Freestyle.

I Walk In The Spot 30 On Me And Some Chips Lyrics

Grrt, pow-pow-pow-pow
Yeah, y’all know the vibes
It’s that six times ten s^^t
Neighbors don’t need no favors, them ends don’t need no friends (CP did it baby)
Get me? Look
Hm, huh, look
I walk in the spot, thirty on me and some chops
All my n^^gas really rock, roll, control
Shout my ‘Layos, you know how my n^^gas move
But I ain’t movin’, I’m rollin’ and I’m shootin’
I said, “Baby, it’s crazy,” hahahahaha
I be really with them killin’ n^^gas and them drillin’ n^^gas and we back
In the Floss, get you offed
I don’t do this too much, I just talk that talk
Gimme talk back too, what’s the word? What y’all wanna do?
Empty out the clip, I’m with the Crips, neighborhood s^^t
All of my n^^gas, they on s^^t, I ain’t gotta be on, b^^ch
Hol’ on, I be so gone
Call up that boy YJ grippin’ on the tool
He gon’ break the rules, boy, you a fool, you a fool
I said, “Mad Max, he a demon, he lеt llamas fly”
Soso, one call, that boy built for homicide
I am war ready, stay stеady, don’t gotta say too much
I was in the pen’ wit’ a couple killer n^^gas and I stay tooled up
I could get you shot, get you packed up, huh, that’s on the sеt
I ain’t gotta say too much, and I just let that b^^ch, let that b^^ch off
Stupid n^^ga, what you talking for?
I am really in these streets, and I won’t say no more
Hol’ on, shake it, huh, just, I said just shake it
All this money that I’m makin’, bad b^^ches and they cakin’
A^s fat, huh, heard that bad b^^ch was Jamaican
Put her in her place, put it in her face, hol’ on
She was so wet, haha, grabbed on the TEC
Now I gotta lift a n^^ga up, leave his brother upset
Heard that lil’ n^^ga tellin’, huh, I’m a felon
But I ain’t even gonna act like I’m playin’ wit’ a n^^ga, I’ma get ’em
Grr, I’m nasty, bad b^^ches and they classy, they ain’t trashy
Ask me anything you really want
I’ma let em up, I’ma go dumb, huh
I do this s^^t for fun
Tell them n^^gas check in with me ’cause I keep a gun
Huh? You can not play, .38, let it spray
That nine milli’, thirty clip, let ’em
This is all I gotta say, I do it all for the gang
Me and you is not the same, stay in your place
Boy, you a lame, I’ll carry the tool
And I’m still on the Fifth wit’ an eighth
Woo, woo, woo
Grrt, pow-pow-pow-pow


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