.45
CallMeShotti
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I told my brothers it ain't nothing in them streets but they must like it there He keep tryna pull up to fight us, don't know he dying here Me and brodie one, I'm the muscle and he the eyes and ears Ima tell you once how I'm coming, ain't no surprises here Keep a 4 pound You take 2 and we take 4 down Slide and we take more down Nigga come up the score now She gone send the addy, we sliding, we kicking doors down Did lil mama dirty, she moving like she a whore now I just put a switch on the glocky, I'm tryna see what happen Touch it, get to spraying, it's rapid, ain't even gotta tap it Shit can get tragic They said Shotti you snapping Saying I'm just an artist, but you can die by this rapper Ain't no lies in my caption, they know I ride when it's action He ain't sliding he cappin, his niggas lying in caskets. I don't shoot from a distance, I'm driving 2 to his basket Posting up like he living, but now he losing the status Ain't no motive for killing, I guess I do it for practice Got 30 shots in the Maccy, and I ain't talking bout Apple You a bitch and I'm Ikey, you talking back Ima slap you We got close and he snaked me, I guess I ain't hear the rattle You could drown in this water, you better keep you a paddle We was counting them quarters, we had to struggle for rations Tryna tell me I'm lazy, I did this shit wit a passion Tried to play me they told me I wasn't hip to the fashion Now we winning my nigga, Amiri jeans on our asses He a nut acting twisted, that's why I keep me a ratchet Try to run we gone hawk him, that's how we see who the fastest If the feds hit the spot up, we hide the sticks in the mattress Yeah, I'm out in texas I'm having shit with some rangers Hear that skrt when we hop out, that's how he know he in danger She a hoe and he wifed her, like why he think he can change her Pop a pill and get Trippie, and I ain't talking Topanga Niggas know I'm a gangster You don't believe, come and test that They spraying up your car, now you bleeding where your chest at Thinking you gone catch us, we gone leave you where you crept at And we ain't have a guide, we had to find a way 'Member times, sitting at the table, calculating a play Try to rob, we cock it, pop it, couple rounds in your face I think Jaren been in so much, that he lost track of the days A couple poles in the stoley, we take the po on a chase They pinned bro for a body, so he been doing the race Can't show his face, cameras spot him, jakes surrounding the place Shots had him dancing in his diamonds like he Diddy and Ma$e They hit my brodie on his block, I started crying and prayed. Cause no where is safe, so now we just be loading them dracs 3 stomach shots, he coughing up, he got the bloodiest taste Just watch what you say, I'll punch a nigga right in his mouth You lucky I ain't slide with brodie, he'll run in your house Them niggas say they in the field but we been running them out We walking them down, we drop them, get to stomping them out Your hoe ain't fucking for money, she just be fucking for clout I don't like her, but she with you so ima cum in her mouth
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