30 Shots

Lyrics

[Intro] Lil' bro wan' step with his elbow locked With like 30 shots, tryna slap 30 opps He's been in the field he got dirty socks My head gets hot, I might burst it off I might twist and turn his top My brown-skin bitch don't know about dates, she just wants a bag and she's skrring off [Verse 1] My flick is stuck, fuck, I just wanna rip out mans organs now What's the delay for, blood I'm a gangster, I get the drop and I'm sliding 'round I'll slap out his [...], may God strike me if I'm lying now I got bands on my head, yeah I've heard it before, but which bad boy is gonna find it out My blocks been war'd for this winter season, so [...] Mom said "Son don't go to the opp block" and S went back and left my man leaking I'm from the [...], what the fuck we're speaking If you're not a opp don't give me a reason, to put my man under the ground for the [...] he's beefing "SJ's sick, he's sick, he's a sicko" ok, cool don't say it out loud "SJ fell off" yea yea, wow, same nigga that's listening in right now I yinged up a [...], had him screaming out, I screaming "Bro, stop making sounds" I stamped on his head like a brick of [...], I can say I was literally breaking pounds I was literally breaking skulls Opps in [...], I say to myself "Next day that I step out, break his nose" Now the [...] keep flaming Os [...], you're taking the piss [...] I'll break his bones I've scored on every opp block that I'm beefing, I'm literally taking thrones [Chorus] Lil bro wan step with his elbow locked With like 30 shots, trynna slap 30 opps He's been in the field he got dirty socks My head gets hot, I might burst it off I might twist and turn his top My brown-skin bitch don't know about dates, she just wants a bag and she's skrring off Lil bro wan step with his elbow locked With like 30 shots, trynna slap 30 opps He's been in the field he got dirty socks My head gets hot, I might burst it off I might twist and turn his top My brown-skin bitch don't know about dates, she just wants a bag and she's skrring off [Verse 2] I want the finer things in life, but I'm attached to my knife Said I ain't that wise, I ain't giving advice, if you got the plug just hit my device If you got an opp just me a price, I patiently wait for the Kimbo Slice They are probably gonna say that I'm stealing flows, it's like saying God is Jesus Christ They are probably gonna say I don't sound the same, 'cause I'm killing the scene from jail Ok, oh well, who cares, you tell, I'm still gonna break the scale I'm still gonna take his girl on facetime, I'm gonna [...] She's asking me "Who is the L", I'm saying some losers babes, can't you tell Gold teeth and a chain but give it a press, it's gonna bine up its surroundings Said O 18, they weren't going to outing, we keep pretending no one's announcing Pulling up watching the party bouncing Then turn 'em back when the party is pouncing, we made 'em [...] My rambo is yucky, I gave him a yinging but he never died, I needed a brucky A next one dropped, I did him like Chucky, stuck in the mud, I say he's unlucky His bredrin got eight, but he's in the field, but donny got six and ended a duppy I'm a Top Boy, man Sully's a puppy, trust me [Chorus] Lil bro wan step with his elbow locked With like 30 shots, trynna slap 30 opps He's been in the field he got dirty socks My head gets hot, I might burst it off I might twist and turn his top My brown-skin bitch don't know about dates, she just wants a bag and she's skrring off Lil bro wan step with his elbow locked With like 30 shots, trynna slap 30 opps He's been in the field he got dirty socks My head gets hot, I might burst it off I might twist and turn his top My brown-skin bitch don't know about dates, she just wants a bag and she's skrring off