Shotta Flow 7 - Sped Up
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Lil Top Shotta
Bomb like Al-Qaeda
Finale, finito, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was missin' in action like Chris Young too
Vet let loose like a nigga had the 'Poot
I'm a god in Memphis, who bigger than me?
Shit that they did, I did at sixteen
He flexin' his money, we know that he broke
Dick in her mouth and at least sold coke
He pressed 'bout a girl that's fuckin' the city
He tender, we call him Diddy
Choppa so big, knocked the weight off Biggie
I'm somethin' like pussy, this shit'll 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
We'll show up at your door like a U-Haul
Lil' nigga, big pistol, stand tall
Quick to pop a nigga ass like an Adderall, uh
Shakin' the spot like an ass or somethin'
Lil' bro spared, he cried for nothin'
Walk out the house with a mask and gun
Better hold your breath like an asthma pump
Move like the Pope, hundred-some shots in the Ghost
Better think twice, don't approach
No regular Glocks, know that it came with a box
We steppin' like shoes and socks
One of the realest, how can you not mention?
We slid out the Civic, now Rolls-Royce whippin'
Suckin' and grippin', double jerkin', twistin'
She killin' my kids like abortion clitties
Take somethin' from who? He lyin', man
Nigga don't feel like dyin', man
Cook him like grease in a fryin' pan
Would've killed more niggas than the Klan, man
KKK, got K's on K's
Wanna fuck Kim K and make Kanye watch
Ayy, ayy, Bay-Bay, in the club with a Drac'
Gen 5 Glock, goin' down like N'Jock
Hundred shots in the whip, it was shot o'clock
He can run from a nigga but not from this Glock
Don't ask me if it's one o'clock
Better ask if Floyd Mayweather do he box
Walk down on his cat, nine lives, he cap
Put his head in his lap, we dipped him, uh
Make the choppa clap, make it sound like a rapper
I'ma hit this bitch with a rhythm, uh
My dawg sick 'em, this shit critical
Suspect, nigga, we ain't never been a victim
Stayed point six-two, chasin', trippin'
If I don't got 'em, team gon' get 'em
Huh, huh, huh, with 'em
Huh, huh, huh, trip 'em
Huh, huh, huh, come here
Ah, ah, let's go, let's go, let's go
I might just oh, fuck that
Percs killin' slow, fuck that
If I see his ho, fuck that
Last shot of 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, fuck it, fuck it
He flushed it
We bustin'
Better blow that bitch if you clutchin'
Lil' bro, he'll spin for nothin'
Kells on the Perc 30, yeah
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