"Shotta Flow 7 (Remix)" lyrics

Yeah, yeah (I jumped the gun)
LE Top Shotta (YGA)
Bomb like Al-Qaeda (Had to put a real shooter on this motherfucker)
Finale, finito, uh (Gang, gang, YGA, grrah)
Yeah (Grrah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I was missin' in action like Chrisean tooth (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Back leg loose like a nigga had to poot
I'm a God in Memphis, who bigger than me? (Who bigger than me?)
Shit that they did, I did at sixteen (Sixteen)
He flexin' his money, we know that he broke (Know that he broke)
Dick in her mouth, NLE throat coat
He pressed by the girl that fuckin' the city
He tender (He tender), we call him Diddy (Let's go)
Chopper so big, knock the weight off Biggie (Brr, brr, brr)
I'm somethin' like pussy, this shit'll get sticky
Got millionaire mode, I don't plan on glitchin'
I'm back, nigga, like I had an addiction
Dropped him, let's go, ooh
He couldn't take those, nah
Switches and Dracos, yeah
Shooters on payroll
Nigga don't want no smoke, they Snoop Dogg (Snoop Dogg)
We'll show up at your door like a U-Haul (U-Haul)
Lil' nigga, big pistol, stand tall (Stand tall)
Quick to pop a nigga ass like a Adderall (Adderall)
Shakin' the spot like an ass or somethin' (Ass or somethin')
Lil' bruh sped, he crash for nothin' (Crash for nothin')
Walk out the house with a mask and gun (Mask and gun)
Better hold your breath like an asthma pump
Move like the Pope, hundred some shots in the Ghost (Brrah)
Better think twice, don't approach (Brrt, brrt)
No regular Glocks, know that it came with a box
We steppin' like shoes and socks (Brrt, brrt)
One of the realest, how can you not mention?
We slid out the Civic, now Rolls-Royce whippin' (Skrrt)
Suckin' and grippin', double jerk and twist it
She killin' my kids like abortion clinics

Shoot him in the tongue, he a slut
Mabu got the last lick, how it feel, bruh? (Ha)
Type to put an orange tip on a real gun
I could up a Nerf, I bet they still run
You straight?
Mabu took your bae (On God)
You should know, I don't swing that way (Nuh-uh)
You owe me cash for the fame
I don't owe you no ass, okay?

We'll leave a nigga blue in the face
How a nigga want the fade, knowin' he had to go to jail the next day?
Pussy boy
You somethin' like my bitch Rose Toy
KKK, got Ks on Ks, wanna fuck Kim K and make Kanye watch
Mr. Take Your Bae, YGA (Ayy), I like fun games, treat a bun like a box
Ayy, squeeze it, pop it, his top, crop it
How you a real nigga beatin' your Barbies?
Killer? Stop it, football prospect
Rather ask Floyd Mayweather, "Come box me"

I don't wanna box, I got a stick (Boom, boom)
I boxed your bitch and I busted her lip (Bitch)
As a minor (On God)
And not the lip with her saliva
Body part rhymes with China (China)
You know I had to get behind her (Behind her)
Nut in her eyes, gotta blind her (Oops, blind her)
No face, no case, reminder (Reminder)
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Mabu good at the cookout
Every hood, every trap house
On his block, we gon' stake out
And I'm givin' out free clout
Box 'em up like takeout
Let's go, let's go, let's go
I might just O- fuck that (Ayy, fuck that)
Percs killin' slow- fuck that (Say, fuck that)
If I see his ho- fuck that (Come here)
Last Shotta Flow- fuck that (Come here)
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it

He flushin' (Fuck it)
Mabu, NLE, we bustin'
Top Shotta, Top Shotta, Top Shotta
Better blow that bitch if you clutchin'
YGA, YGA, NLE
Lil' bruh, he'll spin for nothin' (YGA)
Gave his ass a Perc' 30, on God (Mabu)