Shotta Flow 5
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作词 : Bryson Potts/Courageous Xavier Herrera/Harald Hjermann Sorebo

作曲 : Bryson Potts/Courageous Xavier Herrera/Harald Hjermann Sorebo

You know what the **** going on

NLE muh****in' Choppa

The Top Shotta, you hear me?

I stand on top of shit

We doin' this shit (Go, get him, go)

Aight

I whip the pat like a container,

I just copped me a Beamer (A Beam)

Used to ridin' steamers (Steam), I'm hot as *****enos

*****, I'm sellin' out arenas

(I'm sellin' out), they say he entertain us (Entertain)

And if you try to tame us, I bet we leave you stained up (Ayy)

Whole lotta sticks in the house, it's a gun show (Brr, brr)

******s get him wet like a mother****in' plumb show (Brr, brr)

I don't think none of y'all *****s want gun smoke

Don't second guess this shit, I'm gon' blow (*****)

Whole lotta shots when they come out the Drac'

Chop a ***** up, then put him in the lake (Brrt)

Shots, see a *****, they call him a snake

Ayy, **** all that, Trick, shoot 'em in the face

Send the hit and the fire,

You was dead by the scene (By the scene)

Got shot seven times but the eighth shot missed

Nine shots in the clip,

Coulda swore that it was ten (Yeah, yeah)

Didn't **** with 12,

I was eleven again (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I need me a trophy, the best to send

You *****s ain't straight, y'all lesbians

And **** your dead homie, I say it again

If he come back to life, he dead again

Try to find me, he gon' fight for his life (*****)

Shoot him, real wet, I'ma swim' with the pipe

(He's not cherishin' ya)

I take his life, straight jacket music, I belong in asylum

Felonies and felonies,

They're what they keep on sellin' me (Yeah, yeah)

This recipe is deadly,

See me I be drippin' like relish me (Yeah, yeah)

Ayy, ayy, shoot him in the head,

Shoot the hat on the hard hat

We finish the beef as soon as you start that (Ayy)

*****, I shoot first, where the **** would I spark back?

If you really a thug, let me see with your heart at (Ayy)

If I can't catch a body, lil' *****, you catchin' it?

If I tell you run out, is you really for destiny? (Ayy)

If I give you a brick how you gon' sell it? (Ayy)

If you get in a jam, are you gon' start tellin' shit?

Where is the smoke, 'cause *****, I'm inhalin' it

Just like the army, we got some artillery

Can I free my dawgs, I'm being sincerely?

Another opp died, like *****, like seriously?

Damn, another one? *****, we shot him,

Then we killed his bruh

Damn, we 'bout to go get the money

You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em

Then my brother dome likin' my dome

Somebody tell him he in trouble

I paid too much for my motha****in' guns for me to scuffle

Gotcha young *****, I feel like Gucci

**** so hard, left blood all on the coochie

Money said, "Ooh," put my thumb in the booty

I be damned, this dumbass ho just pooped it

You ain't with the murder, lil' *****, I killed him

That night he died, that was my idea

Hope my *****s slide, make sure he won't live

But this a lil' secret, they keep it concealed

My metal a MAC and I bet I attack

It's a hunnid somethin' shots in this Gat' so get back

He thought I was lyin', that shit was a fact

Got shot in your spine but you watchin' his back

(You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)

**** you tal'm 'bout, haha

(Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)

**** they gon' do, **** they thinkin', ayy

(You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)

You know what I'm sayin'?

(Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)

Uh, uh, lil' Top Shoota, uh, uh, lil' Top Shotta, *****

**** you talkin' abou

作词 : Bryson Potts/Courageous Xavier Herrera/Harald Hjermann Sorebo

作曲 : Bryson Potts/Courageous Xavier Herrera/Harald Hjermann Sorebo

You know what the **** going on

NLE muh****in' Choppa

The Top Shotta, you hear me?

I stand on top of shit

We doin' this shit (Go, get him, go)

Aight

I whip the pat like a container,

I just copped me a Beamer (A Beam)

Used to ridin' steamers (Steam), I'm hot as *****enos

*****, I'm sellin' out arenas

(I'm sellin' out), they say he entertain us (Entertain)

And if you try to tame us, I bet we leave you stained up (Ayy)

Whole lotta sticks in the house, it's a gun show (Brr, brr)

******s get him wet like a mother****in' plumb show (Brr, brr)

I don't think none of y'all *****s want gun smoke

Don't second guess this shit, I'm gon' blow (*****)

Whole lotta shots when they come out the Drac'

Chop a ***** up, then put him in the lake (Brrt)

Shots, see a *****, they call him a snake

Ayy, **** all that, Trick, shoot 'em in the face

Send the hit and the fire,

You was dead by the scene (By the scene)

Got shot seven times but the eighth shot missed

Nine shots in the clip,

Coulda swore that it was ten (Yeah, yeah)

Didn't **** with 12,

I was eleven again (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I need me a trophy, the best to send

You *****s ain't straight, y'all lesbians

And **** your dead homie, I say it again

If he come back to life, he dead again

Try to find me, he gon' fight for his life (*****)

Shoot him, real wet, I'ma swim' with the pipe

(He's not cherishin' ya)

I take his life, straight jacket music, I belong in asylum

Felonies and felonies,

They're what they keep on sellin' me (Yeah, yeah)

This recipe is deadly,

See me I be drippin' like relish me (Yeah, yeah)

Ayy, ayy, shoot him in the head,

Shoot the hat on the hard hat

We finish the beef as soon as you start that (Ayy)

*****, I shoot first, where the **** would I spark back?

If you really a thug, let me see with your heart at (Ayy)

If I can't catch a body, lil' *****, you catchin' it?

If I tell you run out, is you really for destiny? (Ayy)

If I give you a brick how you gon' sell it? (Ayy)

If you get in a jam, are you gon' start tellin' shit?

Where is the smoke, 'cause *****, I'm inhalin' it

Just like the army, we got some artillery

Can I free my dawgs, I'm being sincerely?

Another opp died, like *****, like seriously?

Damn, another one? *****, we shot him,

Then we killed his bruh

Damn, we 'bout to go get the money

You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em

Then my brother dome likin' my dome

Somebody tell him he in trouble

I paid too much for my motha****in' guns for me to scuffle

Gotcha young *****, I feel like Gucci

**** so hard, left blood all on the coochie

Money said, "Ooh," put my thumb in the booty

I be damned, this dumbass ho just pooped it

You ain't with the murder, lil' *****, I killed him

That night he died, that was my idea

Hope my *****s slide, make sure he won't live

But this a lil' secret, they keep it concealed

My metal a MAC and I bet I attack

It's a hunnid somethin' shots in this Gat' so get back

He thought I was lyin', that shit was a fact

Got shot in your spine but you watchin' his back

(You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)

**** you tal'm 'bout, haha

(Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)

**** they gon' do, **** they thinkin', ayy

(You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)

You know what I'm sayin'?

(Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)

Uh, uh, lil' Top Shoota, uh, uh, lil' Top Shotta, *****

**** you talkin' abou

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