Shotta Shit

All my opps know who they is You and this bitch, lemme talk to you, fuck nigga Stand up, lemme talk to you nigga (you spazzin') (Noah, why you do that shit?) He play, I'ma stop this shit (lil' bitch), what? A whole lotta shots in this bitch, yuh It's flake, I'ma drop that shit (lil' bitch), what? A whole lotta shotta shit, yuh He play, I'ma stop this shit (bitch), what? A whole lotta shots in this bitch (Rra), yuh It's flake, I'ma drop that shit (now what?) What? A whole lotta shotta shit, yuh (that shotta) We fightin' 'bout who get to kill 'em, I'm slangin' They let me bang him, that fuck nigga playin' You got cash out, so I'm goin' back home Drop all the windows with Glocks Your shit made all of this shit stop with a chop Three fingers, but still'll clean up with a mop Three fingers, but still'll clean up with a mop Ayy, let's get it, go Bodies start droppin', we uppin' the scope Hit you for brains when I need me some more He was sleep on the couch but got left on the floor And y'all ain't ride 'bout it (nope), y'all ain't slide 'bout it (nope) So y'all ain't hard 'bout it (nope), stop that hard talkin' Stuff on the neck be slippin' When bodies start droppin', they swear that we trippin' I fuck with real niggas, can't fuck with no bitches You hang around me, then this Glock had me standin' Ain't got time with switchin', can't fuck with no fakes Don't tell me you slime 'cause that mean you a snake Chop that boy up, leave his ass in a lake They tell me I'm gas and I'm revvin' the engine Gimme the drop and I'm plannin' on spendin' He play, I'ma stop this shit (lil' bitch), what? A whole lotta shots in this bitch, yuh It's flake, I'ma drop that shit (lil' bitch), what? A whole lotta shotta shit, yuh He play, I'ma stop this shit (bitch), what? A whole lotta shots in this bitch, yuh It's flake, I'ma drop that shit (now what?) What? A whole lotta shotta shit, yuh (that shotta) These is the shot, no dread locks For a bag, yeah, give him a headshot Real him, he don't need no red dot All I do is give my dawg the head nod Me and Yoshi, we young, we reckless Come through and scratch him and leave that boy messy The labels be like, "Y'all just chill on the killin' shit" Soon as we leave we go right back to drillin' shit I rap what I'm livin', no capathy Twelve let me stay at the trapathy I know that these niggas be mad at me Now that I'm up they tryna come after me (bitch) I can't stop my shine for him I can't stop my grind like that Bum bitch broke my heart Can't believe she waste my time like that Now she lookin' like a dumb bitch Suck on my clip while she chill in the sun She just might get flipped if my dog say he want that She tryna fuck the gang, she tryna fuck my chain She tryna fuck my reign She want the fancy trips and the foreign cars and the boarded plane (lil' bitch) He play, I'ma stop this shit (lil' bitch), what? A whole lotta shots in this bitch, yuh It's flake, I'ma drop that shit (lil' bitch), what? A whole lotta shotta shit, yuh He play, I'ma stop this shit (bitch), what? A whole lotta shots in this bitch, yuh It's flake, I'ma drop that shit (now what?) What? A whole lotta shotta shit, yuh (that shotta)