Hit Em Wit Da 30

[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