Shotta Shit - Lil Loaded

All my opps know who they is

You in this bitch, lemme talk to you, fuck nigga

Stand up, lemme talk to you nigga (Ferno, you spazzin')

(Noah, why you do that shit?)

He play, I’ma stop this shit (Lil' bitch), what?

A whole lotta shots in this bitch (Rra), yuh

It’s flake, I’ma drop that shit (Lil' bitch), what?

A whole lotta shotta shit, yuh

He play, I’ma stop this shit (Bitch), what?

A whole lotta shots in this bitch (Rra), yuh

It’s flake, I’ma drop that shit (Now what?), what?

A whole lotta shotta shit, yuh (That shotta)

We fightin' 'bout who get to kill 'em, I’m slangin'

They let me bang him, that fuck nigga playin'

You got cash, so I’m goin' back home

Drop all the windows with Glocks

Your shit 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 fuck with real niggas, can’t fuck with no bitches

You hang around me, then this Glock had me standin'

Ain’t got time with switchin', can’t fuck 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 shit (Lil' bitch), what?

A whole lotta shots in this bitch (Rra), yuh

It’s flake, I’ma drop that shit (Lil' bitch), what?

A whole lotta shotta shit, yuh

He play, I’ma stop this shit (Bitch), what?

A whole lotta shots in this bitch (Rra), yuh

It’s flake, I’ma drop that shit (Now what?), what?

A whole lotta shotta shit, 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' shit»

Soon as we leave we go right back to drillin' shit

I rap what I’m livin', no capathy

Twelve let me stay at the trapathy

I know that these niggas 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 bitch broke my heart

Can’t believe she wastemy time like that

Now she lookin' like a dumb bitch

Suck on my clip while she chill in the Sun

She just might get flipped if my dog say he want that

She tryna fuck the gang, she tryna fuck my chain

She tryna fuck my rain

She want the fancy trips and the fancy cars and the boarded plane

He play, I’ma stop this shit (Lil' bitch), what?

A whole lotta shots in this bitch (Rra), yuh

It’s flake, I’ma drop that shit (Lil' bitch), what?

A whole lotta shotta shit, yuh

He play, I’ma stop this shit (Bitch), what?

A whole lotta shots in this bitch (Rra), yuh

It’s flake, I’ma drop that shit (Now what?), what?

A whole lotta shotta shit, yuh (That shotta)