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Shotta sh*t
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Lil Loaded
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All my opps know who they is You in this b*t*h, lemme talk to you, f**k n***a Stand up, lemme talk to you n***a (FERNO, you spazzin') (Noah, why you do that sh*t?) He play, I'ma stop this sh*t (Lil' b*t*h), what? A whole lotta shots in this b*t*h (Rra), yuh It's flake, I'ma drop that sh*t (Lil' b*t*h), what? A whole lotta shotta sh*t, yuh He play, I'ma stop this sh*t (b*t*h), what? A whole lotta shots in this b*t*h (Rra), yuh It's flake, I'ma drop that sh*t (Now what?), what? A whole lotta shotta sh*t, yuh (That shotta) We fightin' 'bout who get to kill 'em, I'm slangin' They let me bang him, that f**k n***a playin' You got cash, so I'm goin' back home Drop all the windows with Glocks Your sh*t made all of it 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 f**k with real n***as, can't f**k with no b*t*hes You hang around me, then this Glock had me standin' Ain't got time with switchin', can't f**k with no fakes Don't tell me you slime 'cause that mean you a snake Chop that boy up, leave him 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 sh*t (Lil' b*t*h), what? A whole lotta shots in this b*t*h (Rra), yuh It's flake, I'ma drop that sh*t (Lil' b*t*h), what? A whole lotta shotta sh*t, yuh He play, I'ma stop this sh*t (b*t*h), what? A whole lotta shots in this b*t*h (Rra), yuh It's flake, I'ma drop that sh*t (Now what?), what? A whole lotta shotta sh*t, yuh (That shotta) These is the shot, no dread locks For a bag, yeah, give him a headshot Bro and him need no red dot All I do is give my dawg the head know 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' sh*t" Soon as we leave we go right back to drillin' sh*t I rap what I'm livin', no capathy Twelve let me stay at the trapathy I know that these n***as be mad at me Now that I'm up they tryna come after me I can't stop my shine for him I can't stop my grind like that Bum b*t*h broke my heart Can't believe she wastemy time like that Now she lookin' like a dumb b*t*h Suck on my clip while she chill in the Sun She just might get flipped if my dog say he want that She tryna f**k the gang, she tryna f**k my chain She tryna f**k my rain She want the fancy trips and the fancy cars and the boarded plane He play, I'ma stop this sh*t (Lil' b*t*h), what? A whole lotta shots in this b*t*h (Rra), yuh It's flake, I'ma drop that sh*t (Lil' b*t*h), what? A whole lotta shotta sh*t, yuh He play, I'ma stop this sh*t (b*t*h), what? A whole lotta shots in this b*t*h (Rra), yuh It's flake, I'ma drop that sh*t (Now what?), what? A whole lotta shotta sh*t, yuh (That shotta)
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