Shotta Flow 2

Lyrics

Ayy, I'm finna go in there, you heard? (Haha)
 Yeah, yeah (Huh), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Huh)
 Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, huh, yeah (Yeah)
 Everything's chrome in the future
 Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
 I hop on the beat and you know I'ma kill it
 My nigga lose screws, you know that they drillin'
 I run up my money, I love this feelin'
 Remember them days a nigga was stealin'
 Hopped in the game, I got it on lock
 My niggas got dope, they trap out they socks
 The police pull up, we run from the narcs
 We always on go, you know we don't stop
 Cherry on top when I aim with the beam
 I'm burnin' her head, no Charlie Sheen
 My hoes, they grown, don't fuck with the teens
 My bitch, she bad, boujee, and mean
 Yeah, fuck that, get back on the sub
 If a nigga diss me, them shots get to bustin'
 I ain't got time with all that fussin'
 Soon as I see him, you know that he duckin'
 Shoot up the spot and make him move out
 Soon as he move, I find his house
 Don't fuck with the rats, don't fuck with the mouse
 If he snitch, put the gun in his mouth
 He thought that we was playin'
 'Til we pulled up with sticks, yeah (No cap)
 Glizzy got a beam and it came with a dick, yeah (No homo)
 Choppa got a scope and it came with some tits, yeah (Yeah)
 Don't get fucked up out your life, we shoot us a flick, yeah (Yeah)
 Whenever we aim, you know we attack
 Shoot through his stomach, it come out his back
 My niggas, they bangin' and ready to stab
 Diss on the set, get put in a bag
 We love the money, the drugs, the guns
 I don't ever beat 'cause I'm countin' my funds
 I'm always workin', I don't have fun
 Before you diss me, know your pros and cons
 Let's have a shoot out, I'm ready to die
 Face to face, eye to eye
 The last thing that he saw was the fire
 Put him on a tee, now he up in the sky
 My killers outside, they don't wanna be seen
 They come in the show if you makin' a scene
 Choppa R. Kelly, let that bitch sing
 How the fuck I'ma miss when I got me a beam?
 I'm done, sike
 I pull up to shoot, you pull up to fight
 Shoot him in his leg, he beg for his life
 Put one in his head like he was on Skype
 Kick down the door (Yeah), bitch, get on the floor (The floor)
 Where is the bread? 'Cause we need all the dough
 Give me the cash (The cash), I came for the bag (The bag)
 If he do somethin' sheisty, put one in his ass (Rrrah)
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Song Details

Duration
02:12
Key
1
Tempo
132 BPM

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