Shotta Flow 7 Song Lyrics
The Top Shotta, bomb like Al-Qaeda
Finale, finito, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was missin' the action like Chrisean tooth (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up, Chrisean tooth)
Back lettin' loose like a nigga had to poot
I'm a God in Memphis (trr), who bigger than me? (Who bigger than me?)
Shit that they did, I did at 16 (16)
He flexin' his money, we know that he broke (know that he broke)
Dick in her mouth, NLE throat coat (throat coat)
He pressed 'bout a girl that's fuckin' the city
He tender (he tender), we call him Diddy (let's go)
Choppa so big, knock the weight off Biggie (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I'm somethin' like pussy, this shit a get sticky (shit a get sticky)
Got me in that mode, I don't plan on glitchin'
I'm back, nigga, like I had an addiction
Dropped him, let's go, ooh, he couldn't take those, nah
Switches and Dracos, yeah, shooters on payroll
Nigga don't want no smoke, they Snoop Dogg (they Snoop Dogg)
We'll show up at yo' door like a U-Haul (U-Haul)
Lil' nigga, big pistol, stand tall (stand tall)
Quick to pop a nigga ass like an Adderall (Adderall)
Uh, shakin' the spot like an ass or somethin' (ass or somethin')
Lil' bruh sped, he crash for nothin' (crash for nothin')
Walk out the house with a mask and gun (mask and gun)
Better hold yo' breath like an asthma pump
Move like the Pope, hunnid some shots in the Ghost
Better think twice, don't approach (brrt, brrt)
No regular Glocks, know that it came wit' a box
We steppin' like shoes and socks (brrt, brrt)
One of the realest, how can you not mention?
We slid out a Civic, now Rolls-Royce whippin' (brrt)
Suckin' and grippin', double jerkin' twistin'
She killin' my kids like abortion clinics
Take some from who? He lyin', man (he lyin')
Nigga don't feel like dyin', man (like dyin')
Cook him like grease in a fryin' pan (he fryin')
We done killed more niggas than the Klansman (oh, God)
KKK, got Ks on Ks, wanna fuck Kim K and make Kanye watch
Ayy-ayy, bay-bay, in the club wit' a Drac', gen 5 Glock goin' down like it's Joc (bah-bah)
Hunnid shots in the whip, it was shot-o-clock (bah-bah, bah-bah)
He can run from a nigga, but not from the Glock (bah-bah, bah-bah)
Don't ask me if it's one up top (bah-bah, bah-bah)
That's like askin' Floyd Mayweather do he box
Walk down on his cat, nine lives, he cap (he cap)
Put his head on his lap, we dipped him, uh (we dipped that boy)
Make the choppa clap, make it sound like a rapper (bah)
I'ma hit this bitch wit' a rhythm, uh (bah, bah, bah, bah)
My dawg sick 'em, this shit critical, suspect, nigga, we never been a victim (brrt-brrt)
7.62 chase 'em, trip 'em, if I don't got 'em, Tevo'll get 'em
Huh, huh, huh, whip 'em (ah), huh, huh, huh, trip 'em (bah-brrt-brrt)
Huh, huh, huh, come here, ah, ah, let's go, let's go, let's go
I might just O, fuck that (ayy, fuck that), Percs killin' slow, fuck that (say, "Fuck that")
If I see his ho fuckin' (come here), last Shotta Flow, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it (fuck it, fuck it) fuck it, (fuck it) fuck it (grrt), he flushin' (fuck it)
(Shit, we bustin')
(Better blow that bitch if you clutchin')
(Lil' bruh, he'll spin for nothin')
(Gave his ass a Perc' 30, God)
