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NO LINKIN (feat. Shoota)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shoota
Shoota
Performer
Doneze
Doneze
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Cote
Jeffrey Cote
Songwriter
Mohammed Al-Khuzahi
Mohammed Al-Khuzahi
Songwriter
Peter Robinson
Peter Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yeahthismoh
Yeahthismoh
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah It's Shoota (Kick up on that beat, Moh!) Death before disloyalty, nigga Aye, go (Moh murdered the beat!) Tell them niggas be quiet cause class is in session My ass go on mute when they asking me questions We moving around and we strapped with protection He talking for clout nigga asked for attention I fuck with your shordy she pass the inspection They been saying Shoota too passive-aggressive I asked for the crown and they mad ima get it You came to my hood? Come back for your necklace nigga I'm a reckless nigga, I ain't messing with ya, say you niggas snapping take a better Picture Like a math question I correct a nigga, it ain't got no chaser when we off the liquor I'm on the wave, let 'em drown in the ocean, ain't no commotion, come and approach us My money kosher I'm getting into their skin like some lotion, smoke 'em like roaches I put that name on the grave like some roses, my niggas hotter than the summer Solstice Money be stretching I ain't do aerobics, they taking notice, nigga Step like a marching band, like I'm Main, ima keep it 100 like Ben Frank They been plotting on many men, nigga talking that hot shit boy your breath stank Nigga talk like he Superman, ima see about it when I aim at his chest plate Hoodie on I'm the boogieman, and my savage niggas on the block like Dikembe And them cops in the city mad, cause I ain't say no names and I still beat the fed case Keep the dough in a duffel bag, niggas run up around here and get scared straight I ain't playing games with these pussy niggas, this a war zone not an arcade Catch a nigga off guard like Kyrie but my niggas ain't been to the Barclays And we shake the crowd when we onstage, with them cowboys like I'm John Wayne Bitch the world is mine like I'm Scarface, I go Rambo like I'm Doneze Hol' up I can't slip up, they want me zipped up, lil bitch We can't link up, don't get it mixed up, lil bitch Mask on, victim, we never switched up, lil bitch I can't slip up, ay they want me zipped up, lil bitch All my niggas they gon sin if I lettem It's too many niggas and bitches they plotting on me they gone send them demons to The devil And I still remember the face of them homies that tried to run up on niggas back in London I never forget if he cross me they dead him these niggas out here they won't leave no Survivors They gon split a nigga like cadaver They sent the addy back in 18 All these niggas bitches wanna date me Only reason why these niggas hate me I been having visions 'bout it lately See the oppositions wanna cross me Bitch I'm not a rapper I'm a mellow nigga Finna show these niggas how a boss be If I sell my soul then nigga pull the trigger I saw my cousin Shoota in the kitchen soprano, we hitting them high notes That boy Rondo a blessing, he said put them rocks in the body bag just so it don't float I can't tell if I rap or I live it the shit I be saying it sound like a good joke I got police interrogating me I ask for a glass of water so I won't choke Bitch I can't fold Been asleep for a while I had to present these niggas a pandemic special Rest In Peace to the dogs they tried to do better but somehow a bullet met em You want war go to war put your hand on my family bitch I could never lettem Trained to go trained to go they got niggas pretending they nice but they down to catch Em Down to snatch em I came from the trenches I can't forget it Got police shooting at expensive targets I need the money Imma snatch and grab em You hate me nigga but your bitch vibing We took our losses and we still mobbing They slide on niggas got your head bobbing We tried to warn you now your mans sobbing Hol' up I can't slip up, they want me zipped up, lil bitch We can't link up, don't get it mixed up, lil bitch Mask on, victim, we never switched up, lil bitch I can't slip up, ay they want me zipped up, lil bitch (Kick up on that beat, Moh!)
Writer(s): Jeffrey Cote Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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