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letra de shotta shit - lil loaded

[intro]
all my opps know who they is
you in this b-tch, lemme talk to you, n-gga
stand up, lemme talk to you n-gga ([?], you spazzin’)
(noah, why you do that sh-t?)

[chorus]
he play, i’ma stop this sh-t (lil’ b-tch), what?
a whole lotta shots in this b-tch (rra), yuh
it’s flake, i’ma drop that sh-t (lil’ b-tch), what?
a whole lotta shotta sh-t, yuh
he play, i’ma stop this sh-t (b-tch), what?
a whole lotta shots in this b-tch (rra), yuh
it’s flake, i’ma drop that sh-t (now what?), what?
a whole lotta shotta sh-t, yuh (that shotta)

[verse 1]
we fightin’ ’bout who get to k!ll ’em, i’m slangin’
they let me bang him, that f-ck n-gga playin’
you got cash, so i’m goin’ back home
drop all the windows with glocks
your sh-t 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 f-ck with real n-ggas, can’t f-ck with no b-tches
you hang around me, then this glock had me standin’
ain’t got time with switchin’, can’t f-ck 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’

[chorus]
he play, i’ma stop this sh-t (lil’ b-tch), what?
a whole lotta shots in this b-tch (rra), yuh
it’s flake, i’ma drop that sh-t (lil’ b-tch), what?
a whole lotta shotta sh-t, yuh
he play, i’ma stop this sh-t (b-tch), what?
a whole lotta shots in this b-tch (rra), yuh
it’s flake, i’ma drop that sh-t (now what?), what?
a whole lotta shotta sh-t, yuh (that shotta)

[verse 2]
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 k!llin’ sh-t”
soon as we leave we go right back to drillin’ sh-t
i rap what i’m livin’, no capathy
twelve let me stay at the trapathy
i know that these n-ggas 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 b-tch broke my heart
can’t believe she wastemy time like that
now she lookin’ like a dumb b-tch
suck on my clip while she chill in the sun
she just might get flipped if my dog say he want that
she tryna f-ck the gang, she tryna f-ck my chain
she tryna f-ck my rain
she want the fancy trips and the fancy cars and the boarded plane

[chorus]
he play, i’ma stop this sh-t (lil’ b-tch), what?
a whole lotta shots in this b-tch (rra), yuh
it’s flake, i’ma drop that sh-t (lil’ b-tch), what?
a whole lotta shotta sh-t, yuh
he play, i’ma stop this sh-t (b-tch), what?
a whole lotta shots in this b-tch (rra), yuh
it’s flake, i’ma drop that sh-t (now what?), what?
a whole lotta shotta sh-t, yuh (that shotta)

- lil loaded

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