Shotta Flow (Remix)

Yeah, cat, la This is serious Bout Jake 50 shots go off Bout Blake anybody get tossed Bout Austin, everybody gon die in this bitch Anybody try Jonny, shit cost Bout Rondo I'm turning shit up Bout Fatty do whatever for unc Bout Ty you die. I don't care if he blood, I still do whatever if he touched Big "Bucks" coming in I ain't talking bout "Giannis" But my big man somewhere in the cut I got the blick in anywhere I ever did shows, in the Q, I almost sent that bitch up Look, throwing hands, anybody get punched Bout D, anybody get crunched Stand on anything, ever said or did in this life If it's smoke, I ain't never give a fuck Look, if you family, I'm dying for whoever Imma ball, I'm just trying to forever I know they would probably love to catch me dolo in the streets Beat me down, but I ride with the metal Look, that's your brother, then you dying together I got some goofies that I'm trying to get together All this time I done spent trying to rhyme in this bitch I might fuck around and sign with the devil Look, 30-0 in this bitch like Khabib Think he better, okay, we'll see They like how I'm in the club, got searched an everything Still got a fucking gun up on me Look, don't run up, gun tucked, oooeee I'ma really do it if you think it's too sweet That's a bad call on your part, better rethink the whole idea of wanting this beef Look, call Joe if it's smoke Glock 23, I know Marley gon' tote StarJay at your throat Don't stop green light, just go Never stop giving em more Nino, can't forget about bro No poles in the show, then cash don't go Learn how to act, or the strap gon' blow Call Rue if a youngin' trying to act too bold Ever had smoke, bet I pack two poles Have you ever been asked to go clap with two hoes Then left the next day and went and clapped two more Music rated R cause I rap too grown Cash flow too gross, got these rappers taking notes Yeah, yeah Can't fuck with me, like yeah, yeah Can't fuck with me, yeah