30 Day Run - Larry June

She couldn’t find a better nigga

So she came right back

But I’ma need about 20 if you’re trying to do that

I can’t be your boyfriend but I can fuck with it (sock it to me)

She brought me ten Band-Aids, I had lunch with her

If I can’t help the bitch, then I don’t fuck with it

She had a drug problem, I couldn’t fuck with it

A couple of whips in the Bay, I barely touch the shit

My stock rims at Jonze house

Shit it’s been a minute (good looking bro')

I couldn’t make this shit up

Man this the life I’m living

Family changed on me

They said I’m acting different

I can lose it all today still be the same nigga

I never had a job, my credit’s 750

Nigga do the numbers

I’m not a dumb nigga

I paid attention to it, manifested it

If I want it, then I get it, I don’t question shit

And nigga never check me, nigga check the bitch

What’s hattening?

30 days, 30 days

(30 days)

30 days, 30 days

(30 days)

30 days, 30 days

(30 days)

30 days, 30 days

If I want it, I’ma spend whatever

Cop the whip and customise the leather

Thumbing through it, it ain’t nothing better

Great juice, expensive sweater

She came through a little past eleven

I hit it twice and then I wrote this letter

On Van Ness in this 911

Pinky dancing like Michael Jackson (Yeehee)

Eat a sandwich, go online, cop another classic

I ain’t even wanna fuck, I told the bitch I’m fasting

Same whip but mine faster, bitch I’m chasing cabbage

All money ain’t good so bitch you can have it

So much money I can’t stash it, bitch fuck rapping

I’m riding bikes on the beach living so fancy

I’m trying to stay motivated so I can drop these classics

3000 Woodgrain, Cartier glasses

Bitch what’s hattening?

30 days, 30 days

(30 days)

30 days, 30 days

(30 days)

30 days, 30 days

(30 days)

30 days, 30 days

Ay, Ay, Ay

Shit, man, damn

Shit

Ay, Ay, Ay

Sock it to me