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i got 30 shots for 30 oops
n-gga play get em gone
i ain’t ever need no handout
b-tch i got it on my own
rocking fsg that’s face shot gang
caught two em in his dome
i got young n-ggas mask up gloves tight
doing drugs to this song
if you ain’t gang
then we can’t let this b-tch boy in our f-cking zone
smoking za and sippin drank
now a n-gga can barely speak
when we was broke it wasn’t no joke
robbed the shoes right off his feet
i need all my hoes a ten and i need them be a freak
that’s another hit i’m on the road can’t no one f-ck with me
i knew how to load a glock before i knew my abc’s
b-tches keep on asking me who $even is we smoking him
he caught a face shot broad day bloodclot
then we took him for a swim
with the glock he got rocked
and i hit him in his sh-ts yeah
hit a n-gga stomach
now his body smell like sh-t yeah
all my words is slurred cuz i be high off the lean
i got dirty sprite and i got promethazine what
my sprite full of purple and i know you n-ggas seen what
i don’t know my topic
i’m just talking about the drugs
that boy done got shot
i think i hit him with my slug
i stay making money
imma sell up all these nugs
i got 30 shots for 30 oops
n-gga play get em gone
i ain’t ever need no handout
b-tch i got it on my own
rocking fsg that’s face shot gang
caught two em in his dome
i got young n-ggas mask up gloves tight
doing drugs to this song
if you ain’t gang
then we can’t let this b-tch boy in our f-cking zone
smoking za and sippin drank
now a n-gga can barely speak
when we was broke it wasn’t no joke
robbed the shoes right off his feet
i need all my hoes a ten and i need them be a freak
that’s another hit i’m on the road can’t no one f-ck with me
i knew how to load a glock before i knew my abc’s
b-tches keep on asking me who $even is we smoking him
he caught a face shot broad day bloodclot
left his body in a ditch
woah hold up, hold up, hold up, woah
yeah i said woah hold up, hold up, hold up
woah, ay, yeah
my brakes must be rusty
cuz i couldn’t stop beating him
my glock done got dusty
till i aimed and put the heat on him
bullets through your dash
ain’t no way waste lead on the rim
f-ck i’m late for class
i popped a xanax and an adderall
my glock by my b-lls
don’t feel good i won’t sit down for long
boy don’t try and play or you’ll get cut down just
like my f-cking lawn
b-tch i’m not a barber but i knocked
his f-cking dreads off
b-tch i got good aim look down the scope
it got a red dot
i got 30 shots for 30 oops
n-gga play get em gone
i ain’t ever need no handout
b-tch i got it on my own
rocking fsg that’s face shot gang
caught two em in his dome
i got young n-ggas mask up gloves tight
doing drugs to this song
if you ain’t gang
then we can’t let this b-tch boy in our f-cking zone
smoking za and sippin lean
now a n-gga can barely speak
when we was broke it wasn’t no joke
robbed the shoes right off his feet
i need all my hoes a ten and i need them be a freak