shotta flow 3 remix - sge ant lyrics
[intro]
no way jose
ant money
[chrous]
run up dem bands off a play wit my n*ggas
we blitzin’ sh*t like we played for the steelers
my k!llers official we shoot like da clippers
ain’t no other option all we know is trap
put d*ck in yo b*tch then i’m kickin’ her out
and we throwin’ bullets the opps runnin’ routes, and dem n*ggas don’t know us they dissin’ for clout
[verse 1]
kick in yo door b*tch we came for the funds, that b*tch got a cheek so i’m grippin’ her buns
smokin’ yo homie dope k!lling my lungs, i walk in the party i’m clutchin’ my gun
watch where you steppin’ don’t step on these ones, these hollows they hot burning sh*t like the sun
fn got a light and it came with a drum, all my n*ggas reckless we shoot sh*t for fun
i pop me a x then i roll like a wheel, yo b*tch eating d*ck betta’ tell her to chill
don’t come out the house b*tch we stay in the field, we aim for the head cause we shooting to k!ll
i’m in the stu eating beats like a meal, he talk out his neck then his scalp gettin’ peeled
got n*ggas in jail waitin’ on that appeal, and i ain’t gone stop till i sign me a deal
[verse 2]
i stay with da gang b*tch we takin’ ova, walk up and pop you then hop in a rover
we don’t shoot from distance we get a lil closer, he don’t really got it his ass is a poser
i stay off da drugs b*tch i’m neva sober, 40 it heat him put him in a toaster
pour me a 8 it got me moving slower, dope smell like a skunk yea this sh*t got a odor
yo mans steady thinking he tough with dat bl!ck, then that n*gga gone die wit dat b*tch
zaydoe got the chrome hollows heat up his dome, bullets gonna start flyin’ and sh*t
my shooters they thirsty they don’t show remorse, now yo mama she cryin’ and sh*t
why this b*tch keep on watchin’ my page leave my alone, i ain’t with all dat spyin’ and sh*t
[chrous]
run up dem bands off a play wit my n*ggas
we blitzin’ sh*t like we played for the steelers
my k!llers official we shoot like da clippers
ain’t no other option all we know is trap
put d*ck in yo b*tch then i’m kickin’ her out
and we throwin’ bullets the opps runnin’ routes, and dem n*ggas don’t know us they dissin’ for clout
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