Letra de Shotta Flow 7 (feat. Lil Mabu) (Remix)
Yeah, yeah, I jump the gun The Top Shotta (YGA), bomb like Al-Qaeda (Had to put a real shooter on this motherfucker) hmm Finale, finito, uh (gang, gang, YGA, grrah) Yeah (grrah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahI was missin' the action like Chrisean tooth (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Back leg loose like a nigga had to poot I'm a God in Memphis, who bigger than me? (Who bigger than me?)Shit that they did, I did at sixteen (sixteen) He flexin' his money, we know that he broke (know that he broke) Dick in her mouth, NLE throat coat He pressed by the girl that fuckin' the city He tender (he tender), we call him Diddy (let's go) Choppa so big, knock the weight off Biggie (brr, brr, brr) I'm somethin' like pussy, this shit it get sticky Got millionaire mode, I don't plan on glitchin' I'm back, nigga, like I had an addictionDropped 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 (Snoop Dogg) We'll show up at your door like a U-Haul (U-Haul) Lil' nigga big pistol stand tall (stand tall) Quick to pop a nigga ass like a Adderall (Adderall)Shakin' the spot like a 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 a asthma pump Move like the Pope, hundred some shots in the Ghost (brrah) Better think twice, don't approach (brrt, brrt) No regular Glocks, know that it came with a box We steppin' like shoes and socks (brrt, brrt)One of the realest, how can you not mention? We slid out the Civic, now Rolls-Royce whippin' (skrrt) Suckin' and grippin', double jerk and twist it She killin' my kids like abortion clinicsShoot him in the tongue, he a slut Mabu got the last lick, how it feel, bruh? (ha) Type to put a orange tip on a real gun I could up a nerf, I bet they still run (you straight) Mabu took your babe (on god) You should know, I don't swing that way (nah-uh) You owe me cash for the fame, I don't owe you no ass, okay?We'll leave a nigga blue when the face hot Nigga want the fame, knowin' he had to go to jail the next day? Pussy boy, you somethin' like my bitch Rose Toy KKK, got Ks on Ks Wanna fuck Kim K and make Kanye watch Mr. Take your bae, YGA (ayy) I like fun games, shoot a bun like a boxAyy, squeeze it, pop it, his top, crop it How you a real nigga beatin' your Barbies? Kill him, stop it, football prospect Rather ask Floyd Mayweather come box me I don't wanna box, I got a stick (baow, baow) I box your bitch and I bust her the lip (huh) As a minor (on god) and not the lip with her saliva Body part rhymes with China (vagina)You know I had to get behind her (behind her) Nut in her eyes, gotta blind her (oops, blind her) No face, no case, reminder (reminder)Mabu good at the cookout, every hood, every trap house On this block, we gon' stake out And I'm givin' out free clout, box em' up like takeout Let's go, let's go, let's goI might just O-, fuck that (ayy, fuck that) Percs killin' slow-, fuck that (say, fuck that) If I see his hoe 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, brrHe flushin' (fuck it) Mabu, NLE, we bustin' Top Shotta, Top Shotta, Top Shotta Better blow your bitch if you clutchin' YGA, YGA, NLE Lil' bruh, he'll spin for nothin' (YGA) Gave his ass a Perc' 30 God Mabu (gabu)