30 SHOTS ft. Llg bonk Lyrics

Free the gang, big poody gang, poppin pistols and sellin cane

Don't shoot from out the car, I'm a walk him down, put it on brain

Niggas talking gangster on the gram, I'm just gon' spin his block

Fuck I look like going back and forth wit yo, I got thirty shots

Bitch we really cut, we be thuggin', we send them niggas home

My niggas had like 55 reasons to bust that nigga dome

Bitch it's gon' go down next time that honda come through this block

Lor nippy finger intching, lor Brodie can't wait to send some shots

Bro say welcome home, off the strength, my nigga gave me a glock

I'm right back in the mix, no probation and all I can't be stopped

Stephon in the 40 and Kobe Bryant stuff inside the 9

But we gon' grab them Draco's and A.R.P.s when it's time to ride

Damn near every nigga around me done really took a soul

He think bub just get money, you dumb if he don't let that pistol blow

Rubber bands and bullets, the moto bitch if you know you know that

every nigga around me get money and let that pistol blow

Free the gang, big poody gang, poppin pistols, sellin cane

No shooting from out the car, Imma walk em down put it on his brain Niggas talking gangster on the gram, I'm just gon' spin his block

Fuck I look like going back and forth wit yo, I got thirty shots

Free the gang, big poody gang, poppin pistols, sellin cane

No shooting from out the car, Imma walk em down put it on his brain Niggas talking gangster on the gram, I'm just gon' spin his block

Fuck I look like going back and forth wit yo, I got thirty shots

Free the gang, bitch, we the gang, pull up & R. I.P. Ya Gang

Don't shoot from out the car, this that hop out get on your feet and bang

He was gang and he was gang, that's until them people came

He told all of them people, name then Bang, that's when the reaper came now it's funeral arrangements, church filled, choir singing

Bonk walking down, banging, I been Knew Shorty was dangerous

We the ones your people tell your lor ass not to hang with

We the ones who made them niggas quit all of that gang shit

Ask the opps, they know me through the mask, slid in the same fit

Never ask Bonk if he gon' go, we on the same shit

We ain't switch the tags, spent a week straight out the same whip

Work with what we had, we all wats drilling with the same blick

Damn, near every nigga around me done really a soul you think we just get money, you dumb if we don't let that pistol blow

I step behind them goons, stand on business, bitch, if you know

You know my young nigga scream PoodyGang, step in the name and nippa tho

Free the gang, big poody gang, poppin pistols, sellin cane

No shooting from out the car, Imma walk em down put it on his brain Niggas talking gangster on the gram, I'm just gon' spin his block

Fuck I look like going back and forth wit yo, I got thirty shots