Taysav – 30 Days 30 Nights Lyrics (feat. Tfg Bigz)

[Intro: TaySav]
Swear these niggas, they ain’t right, no!
Swear you niggas, y’all ain’t right, no!
Ten year niggas gone, they done lost they life
R.I.P. King Shoota, Pappy, and Midnite

[Chorus: TaySav]
Niggas turned fu, they ain’t right
Ten year niggas gone, they done lost they life
R.I.P. King Shoota, Pappy, and Midnite
So we picking up them pipes, we gonna strike
Thirty days, thirty nights, we gon’ slide
Thirty days, thirty nights, they gon’ hide
Thirty niggas, thirty poppers by they side
Thirty of your f*ckin’ niggas, they gon’ die

[Verse 1: TaySav]
Niggas changed up, swear that shit ain’t real
f*ck a deal, I’m with my niggas in the field
Lost so many niggas, don’t know how to feel
All my niggas out here, they don’t wanna chill
They on go mode, been doing this for so long
My niggas they tote chrome, get snatched up: “We don’t know.”
My niggas they won’t fold, no-no!
We bop out with our poles, so we don’t lose no more
I swear I miss my homies livin’ in the sky
Every day I wonder why y’all had to die
Every day I think about y’all, and I cry
If I say I didn’t, that shit be a lie

[Chorus: TaySav]
Niggas turned fu, they ain’t right
Ten year niggas gone, they done lost they life

R.I.P. King Shoota, Pappy, and Midnite
So we picking up them pipes, we gonna strike
Thirty days, thirty nights, we gon’ slide
Thirty days, thirty nights, they gon’ hide
Thirty niggas, thirty poppers by they side
Thirty of your f*ckin’ niggas, they gon’ die

[Verse 2: TFG Bigz]
TFG, it’s only us – The f*ckin’ Guys!
Robin’s Jeans, Robin’s shoes, we stay fly
[?], dopey-dope, we stay high
And I ain’t worried ’bout no bitches, y’all can slide
And I ain’t worried ’bout no bitches, not at all
Me and my niggas, swear we trained to ball
You and your niggas, swear y’all trained to fall
Y’all keep hatin’ on the gang, what is solve?
Ay, TFG the gang, it’s just us now
TFG don’t really give a f*ck now
We be ridin’ round, double cups now
We be ridin’ round, double clutch now

[Chorus: TaySav]
Niggas turned fu, they ain’t right
Ten year niggas gone, they done lost they life
R.I.P. King Shoota, Pappy, and Midnite
So we picking up them pipes, we gonna strike
Thirty days, thirty nights, we gon’ slide
Thirty days, thirty nights, they gon’ hide
Thirty niggas, thirty poppers by they side
Thirty of your f*ckin’ niggas, they gon’ die

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