Lyrics 30 Shots - Lil Dude

30 Shots

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'