Rich Homie Quan - 34 lyrics

[Intro] 30, you a fool for this one [Hook/Chorus] Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four Pants sagging, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close Church in session, talk s--t like the pastor, catch the holy ghost Trap is bunking and we making money, see that open door We been getting it, we been going hard, boy, I gotta have it Neighbor tripping, way too many cars, we got too much traffic Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic You work at Lids, putting s--t on your kids, go'n with all that capping “Talk your s--t, Rich Homie” [Verse 1] Pulled up in that Benz, I hopped out perfect “I hopped out clean” Tried to rob me, you got k**ed, now was it worth it? “fa-fa-fa-fa” Might buy that Maybach, I grew up without no curtains “might buy that six-three, n---a” And when I get it, I'ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose “ayy, ayy” You can't tell a n---a like me s--t “nah” I ain't have it all when I was little “nope” Sixteen years old drinking liquor “what?” I ain't never ever touched a beer “ha” I ain't never ever touch a mill' “never” Till I stayed down and start rapping “I stayed down n---a” Then I turned my dreams into reality “that right too”, I rode that [Hook/Chorus] Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four Pants sagging, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close Church in session, talk s--t like the pastor, catch the holy ghost Trap is bunking and we making money, see that open door We been getting it, we been going hard, boy, I gotta have it Neighbor tripping, way too many cars, we got too much traffic Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic You work at Lids, putting s--t on your kids, go'n with all that capping [Verse 2] We were growing up fighting when we were kids “yeah” Remember some nights where we ain't eat “ayy” I was Holyfield hustling in the trap “truth” They was Mike Tyson biting on the kid “ayy, Mike” I remember trying to get rich “hey” Smoking two for fives of the mid “woo” Never had nothing growing up “nah” N---a, don't be surprised when I get it “ayy” Where were you when I was on my d--k? “woo” I was so broke I needed fix “yup” Reminiscing 'bout me growing up You know I hate to talk about this s--t “I do” Load the ten and walked up out the b---h “ten” Stripper fame, trying to see who getting it “ha” Walking around with that thang on me And you know I got my license for this b---h “Rich Homie baby” [Hook/Chorus] Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four Pants sagging, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close Church in session, talk s--t like the pastor, catch the holy ghost Trap is bunking and we making money, see that open door We been getting it, we been going hard, boy, I gotta have it Neighbor tripping, way too many cars, we got too much traffic Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic You work at Lids, putting s--t on your kids, go'n with all that capping