Shotta Flow 2

Ayy, I'm finna go in there, you heard (haha)

Yeah, yeah (huh), yeah (yeah), yeah (huh)

Yeah (yeah), yeah yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah (yeah, yeah), yeah, huh, yeah (yeah)

Everything's chrome in the future!

Yeah, yeah (yeah)

I hop on the beat and you know I'ma kill it

My nigga loose screws, you know that they drillin'

I run up my money, I love this feeling

Remember them days a nigga was stealin'

Hopped in the game, I got it on lock

My niggas got dope, they trap out they socks

The police pull up, we run from the narcs

We always on go, you know we don't stop

Cherry on top when I aim with the beam

I'm burnin' her head, no Charlie Sheen

My hoes, they grown, don't fuck with the teens

My bitch, she bad, boujee, and mean

Yeah, fuck that, get back on the sub

If a nigga diss me, them shots get to bustin'

I ain't got time with all that fussin'

Soon as I see him, you know that he duckin'

Shoot up the spot and make him move out

Soon as he move, I find his house

Don't fuck with the rats, don't fuck with the mouse

If he snitch, put the gun in his mouth

He thought that we was playin'

'Til we pulled up with sticks, yeah (no cap)

Glizzy got a beam and it came with a dick, yeah (no homo)

Choppa got a scope and it came with some tits, yeah (yeah)

Don't get fucked up out your life, we shoot us a flick, yeah (yeah)

Whenever we aim, you know we attack

Shoot through his stomach, it come out his back

My niggas, they bangin' and ready to stab

Diss on the set, get put in a bag

We love the money, the drugs, the guns

I don't ever beat 'cause I'm countin' my funds

I'm always workin', I don't have fun

Before you diss me, know your pros and cons

Let's have a shoot out, I'm ready to die

Face to face, eye to eye

The last thing that he saw was the fire

Put him on a tee, now he up in the sky

My killers outside, they don't wanna be seen

They come in the show if you makin' a scene

Choppa R. Kelly, let that bitch sing

How the fuck I'ma miss when I got me a beam?

I'm done, sike

I pull up to shoot, you pull up to fight

Shoot him in his leg, he beg for his life

Put one in his head like he was on Skype

Kick down the door (yeah), bitch, get on the floor (the floor)

Where is the bread? 'Cause we need all the dough

Give me the cash (the cash), I came for the bag (the bag)

If he do somethin' sheisty, put one in his ass

Shot