30 Shots - Lil Dude

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, ooh

Thirty shots, shot up his whole car, arm out the caravan

Thirty shots, shot up his whole car, arm out the caravan

Ayy, sellin' bags through Maryland

I’ma hit him in the trap and I’m swervin'

Two twin Glocks on me so yeah I’m perfect

Two twin Glocks on me, I’m safe and certain

I’m cashin' out, I’m tryna get big bucks

Ooh, bitcoin, ooh, lucked up, ooh

And them thangs over here for me, ooh

You a lame, you not sittin' with me, ooh

I’m givin' game to a lame

I’m givin' fame to a cheap ho, ooh

Luciano, all he want is a bankroll

I’m so solid nigga so I can’t fold

Nigga, I do not like these niggas

Shoot these niggas up, go grab the rifle nigga

Luciano like a sniper nigga

Singing glee like the Sniper niggas

I’m the plug, come and get it nigga

Caught an opp then we get in with niggas

Pull up on you, F&N on niggas

In the trenches, everything kosher

And I’m sippin' on that purple potion

I’m the quarterback, I call the motion

I got toasters with me so we toastin'

And them choppers singin' like Frank Ocean

Thirty shots, shot up his whole car, arm out the caravan

Thirty shots, shot up his whole car, arm out the caravan

Ayy, sellin' bags through Maryland

I’ma hit him in the trap and I’m swervin'

Thirty shots, shot up his whole car, arm out the caravan

Thirty shots, shot up his whole car, arm out the caravan

Ayy, sellin' bags through Maryland

I’ma hit him in the trap and I’m swervin'