Hit Em Wit Da 30

Lyrics

[Chorus] Hit him with that .30, hit him with that .30 Hit him with that .30, hit him with that .30 Gas, what I'm working, lil' shawty swerving I ain't never nervous, Glock on me, purging Jugg, got distraught, money stacking, nah Hit him with that .30, leave that nigga starved I smoke pressure, I smoke that dope Since a young nigga I been styling on my own Hit him with that .30, hit him with that .30 Hit him with that .30, hit him with that .30 Gas, what I'm working, lil' shawty swerving I ain't never nervous, Glock on me, purging [Verse] Raf Simons socks, yuh I misplaced some bitches I'm a icy young nigga, uh Ain't no fake kicking Dior Christian on my denim, yuh Mix it with the [?] out a bucket Pull up, fuck it, smoking dope, bitch I love it Fucking on this bitch, it ain't nothing Smoking on this spliff, bitch I does it Put me on that lick, counting funny When I up that .30, keep to bustin' Nigga it ain't nothing You know it's nothing [Chorus] Hit him with that .30, hit him with that .30 Hit him with that .30, hit him with that .30 Gas, what I'm working, lil' shawty swerving I ain't never nervous, Glock on me, purging Jugg, got distraught, money stacking, nah Hit him with that .30, leave that nigga starved I smoke prеssure, I smoke that dope Since a young nigga I been styling on my own Hit him with that .30, hit him with that .30 Hit him with that .30, hit him with that .30 Gas, what I'm working, lil' shawty swerving I ain't never nervous, Glock on me, purging