"Shottaz" lyrics
MO3 & NoCap Lyrics
(feat. NoCap)
(Al Geno on the track)
One more summer, 3 life
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One time
I really hang with shotta-ta-tas
Pray the feds don't sweep
I hope the jakes don't mop-op us
I hate to tell the truth, but the pain came permanent
Ether of the tool made me evil or it humble me
Nothin' ain't the same, we havin' different thoughts, ayy
Seven in the morning, lobby full of broads
Tried to keep 'em all happy, it was gettin' hard
I really got some mob ties and I can't even draw
Don't judge, you barely get to know me
She like to stand in ten, but she don't know Ginóbili
Even though this water on me, baby girl, this your beach
Ignores her texts, she thought I was MO3
Same niggas talkin' 'bout me, bet them niggas owe me
The opps so broke, all they talk is nonsense
Paid features, let it fall and on us (Ayy)
Took her out the country to another country (Ayy)
Shit so hard to deal with, so my struggle concrete
Even though I got these blue faces, I'm still R&B
Everything cost, I got niggas, ain't none free
Far away from home, sprinter vans with ARs
My future bright, but if you try me, throw it all away like A-Rod, just
Star life, one of me in each, like eight models
God to my niggas and they goin' for life, He ain't bother
One time
I really hang with shotta-ta-tas
Pray the feds don't sweep
I hope the jakes don't mop-op us
I hate to tell the truth, but the pain came permanent (Yeah)
Ether of the tool made me evil or it humble me (For real)
Nothin' ain't the same, we havin' different thoughts (Yeah-yeah-yeah), ayy
Seven in the morning, lobby full of broads (MO-motherfuckin' 3)
Still feelin' like the ghetto kid, but nothin' less (Yeah)
Stood on the corner, big ol' .40, they won't catch me lackin' (They won't)
It's tit for tat where I be at, this .30 on me active (Baow)
This bitch ain't claim body for body, Osama 'bout that action (Yeah)
But ready for war, Desert Eagle up under my mattress
I'm not just rappin' (I'm not)
Stop all that cappin'
I know they yappin', broad day, we be clappin' (Baow)
Get at me, like
One call, get 'em gone, make a song 'bout it, so tragic (So tragic)
Chain on, Rollie on, bustdown, feelin' fantastic
Came a long way from sleepin' in the trap, no cap (No cap)
It ain't no love when you start makin' wrecks, no cap (No cap)
Baby, this shit five star, you know where you at
She say, "Somewhere off the map," I told her, "Yeah, them facts" (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
I hate to tell the truth, but the pain came permanent (Yeah)
Speak on my name, a nigga know it's an emergency (For real)
Any day, I'll trade the fame for the currency
And I'll remain the same 'til the day that they bury me (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
One time (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
I really hang with shotta-ta-tas (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Pray the feds don't sweep (I pray the feds don't sweep, yeah)
I hope the jakes don't mop-op us (I'm Osama, 3 life)
I hate to tell the truth, but the pain came permanent (It did)
Ether of the tool made me evil or it humble me (Yeah, yeah)
Nothin' ain't the same, we havin' different thoughts (Havin' different thoughts), ayy
Seven in the morning, lobby full of broads
(Al Geno on the track)
One more summer, 3 life
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One time
I really hang with shotta-ta-tas
Pray the feds don't sweep
I hope the jakes don't mop-op us
I hate to tell the truth, but the pain came permanent
Ether of the tool made me evil or it humble me
Nothin' ain't the same, we havin' different thoughts, ayy
Seven in the morning, lobby full of broads
Tried to keep 'em all happy, it was gettin' hard
I really got some mob ties and I can't even draw
Don't judge, you barely get to know me
She like to stand in ten, but she don't know Ginóbili
Even though this water on me, baby girl, this your beach
Ignores her texts, she thought I was MO3
Same niggas talkin' 'bout me, bet them niggas owe me
The opps so broke, all they talk is nonsense
Paid features, let it fall and on us (Ayy)
Took her out the country to another country (Ayy)
Shit so hard to deal with, so my struggle concrete
Even though I got these blue faces, I'm still R&B
Everything cost, I got niggas, ain't none free
Far away from home, sprinter vans with ARs
My future bright, but if you try me, throw it all away like A-Rod, just
Star life, one of me in each, like eight models
God to my niggas and they goin' for life, He ain't bother
One time
I really hang with shotta-ta-tas
Pray the feds don't sweep
I hope the jakes don't mop-op us
I hate to tell the truth, but the pain came permanent (Yeah)
Ether of the tool made me evil or it humble me (For real)
Nothin' ain't the same, we havin' different thoughts (Yeah-yeah-yeah), ayy
Seven in the morning, lobby full of broads (MO-motherfuckin' 3)
Still feelin' like the ghetto kid, but nothin' less (Yeah)
Stood on the corner, big ol' .40, they won't catch me lackin' (They won't)
It's tit for tat where I be at, this .30 on me active (Baow)
This bitch ain't claim body for body, Osama 'bout that action (Yeah)
But ready for war, Desert Eagle up under my mattress
I'm not just rappin' (I'm not)
Stop all that cappin'
I know they yappin', broad day, we be clappin' (Baow)
Get at me, like
One call, get 'em gone, make a song 'bout it, so tragic (So tragic)
Chain on, Rollie on, bustdown, feelin' fantastic
Came a long way from sleepin' in the trap, no cap (No cap)
It ain't no love when you start makin' wrecks, no cap (No cap)
Baby, this shit five star, you know where you at
She say, "Somewhere off the map," I told her, "Yeah, them facts" (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
I hate to tell the truth, but the pain came permanent (Yeah)
Speak on my name, a nigga know it's an emergency (For real)
Any day, I'll trade the fame for the currency
And I'll remain the same 'til the day that they bury me (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
One time (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
I really hang with shotta-ta-tas (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Pray the feds don't sweep (I pray the feds don't sweep, yeah)
I hope the jakes don't mop-op us (I'm Osama, 3 life)
I hate to tell the truth, but the pain came permanent (It did)
Ether of the tool made me evil or it humble me (Yeah, yeah)
Nothin' ain't the same, we havin' different thoughts (Havin' different thoughts), ayy
Seven in the morning, lobby full of broads
(Al Geno on the track)
