509 BMG - 30 Shots Lyrics

Shots up out the car, nigga can't get away, he dyin' today
This is not no Drake, this ARP gon eat your f*ckin' face
Jefe pop out the cut like JPMorgan, niggas gettin' chased
I want the f*ck nigga gone, I ain't even got no time to waste
I gotta caramel bitch, she bad, she look like Tyra Banks
Baby girl, what you tryna do, let me put it in your face
I come from around the way, bodies drop every day, this shit commonplace
F*ck nigga, come outside, we brought hella K's to your mama's place
Hella K's at yo mama house, catch him at school and drop him out
I up the chop and"grraow", I ain't tryna hear no talkin' now
BMG I been gettin' cheese, bitch, I'm the Laughing Cow
If you ain't puttin' no work, I don't wanna hear yo f*ckin' mouth
I told the hoe if she ain't tryna f*ck then she could bounce
Hit ya knees right now, or you can the get the f*ck up out my house
F*ckin' with the BMG, yo shit goin' down south
I'm on his turf, my glizzy out, bitch, I'm makin' my rounds
Bitch, I got a thousand rounds, my niggas gun ya down
We in some fast shit, tearin' through the f*ckin' town
Y'all know them bitches loud, everybody hit the ground
Drop the dick inside that hoe, I can't cuff her, she get. yo, yo, yo
If you see the BMG comin, you better duck for cover
Try to take some from my brother, you cracked out like David Ruffin
You think it's sweet, I'll knock the chocolate chip right out your muffin
Catch a pussy nigga, then I bake his ass, get in the. come on, now
Get in the oven, get on the grill, bitch, I'll cook ya up
BMG was down bad on his dick, but now shit lookin' up
Cracka Pack on deck, just tell me what you need, I'll hook ya up
I could tell that nigga was a rat, I ain't have to look him up
I don't think Jefe'll ever stop poppin' up out the cut
That hoe told me she want me to leave my pole, I asked for what
Got six shots in this 43, but that shit ain't enough
I'm tryna pop a nigga ass for all that acting tough