Lotto Savage – 30 Round Lyrics

[Intro]
Casino
Yeah
Lotto Savage
Ayy, it’s JBo on the beat

[Verse 1]
Four-five with the thirty round
Pull up on him, gun lil’ buddy down
Nigga pillowtalkin’, I knew he would switch
Slide down they block, a hundred rounds
Boy, you really know that you a bitch
You ain’t really with the f*ck shit
Broad day, how could I ever miss
Smash your sister, scratched her off of my list
I keep that Glock on me, it came with a thirty
I keep Loso with me, he shoot and don’t miss it
If a nigga get wrong, we ain’t leavin’ no witness
We was down bad, tryna get up out the trenches
If a nigga push up, we gon’ give him the business
Nigga talkin’ bad but really be busy
Lotto, man, and I got purple precision
Make an offering, the O gonna handle the business

[Chorus]
Heard you tryna take somethin’
Cappin’ nigga, know you ain’t gon’ shake nothin’
Pull up on your block, spin the Draco
Your girl do whatever I say so
Money is the motivation (The money)
I can’t mix with her, she basic (I can’t)
Hellcat, geeked on a Perc’, motor racin’ (Hellcat)
Glock with a thirty clip like Anna Lazy
And I load it up with the basic
And I load it up with the basic
And I load it up with the basic
7.62 take a nigga soul
I’ma take a nigga shit (For real)
AR, then I won’t miss (I swear)
All my niggas with the run down
All my niggas with the shit (Lotto)

[Verse 2]
You talk about takin’, I ain’t goin’ for it
Forty on me, gotta keep it tucked (Forty)
Never leave the house without extendo (Swear)
Nigga lookin’ crazy, I’ma bust it (Baow)
Nigga, you know you a bitch, you ain’t with it
My young nigga pull out his sticks, ain’t no missing
Wanna be fame, make your ass make the news
That chopper gon’ knock your ass right out your shoes
We peel us a car, hit your block, then we air it out
Put a scope on your ass, you can’t run from that red dot
If the police blue light us, we hittin’ the gas
He was lackin’ so you know we caught him down bad
I heard you speakin’, talkin’ down on my name
Conversations about taking my chain
Draco gon’ fill ’em up, 2Pac, I hit ’em up
If you want some smoke, then bitch, it’s some pulling up

[Chorus]
Heard you tryna take somethin’
Cappin’ nigga, know you ain’t gon’ shake nothin’
Pull up on your block, spin the Draco
Your girl do whatever I say so
Money is the motivation (The money)
I can’t mix with her, she basic (I can’t)
Hellcat, geeked on a Perc’, motor racin’ (Hellcat)
Glock with a thirty clip like Anna Lazy
And I load it up with the basic
And I load it up with the basic
And I load it up with the basic
7.62 take a nigga soul
I’ma take a nigga shit (For real)
AR, then I won’t miss (I swear)
All my niggas with the run down
All my niggas with the shit

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