Shotta Flow 4 (feat. Chief Keef)

Ayy, put the beam on my Glock for my accuracy

Bitch, you know that I'm tough like a refugee (CashMoneyAP, yeah)

Boy, you know you get dead if you step to me

I was only fifteen with a felony (yeah, yeah)

Whole lotta opps so the party got wrecked

Big ass Crip, but it's blood on the set

Call the Glock Nike, put a nigga in check

How he gon' breathe when I shot him in the neck?

Yeah, the opps stay famous, I put 'em on TV

It's a house on my neck and it's filled with VV's

I walked down on him and he didn't even see me

Hollow tips in this Glock, this shit is not BBs

I'm the only rapper that's down for a body (down for a body)

I don't need the drugs, I don't need no molly (I don't need molly)

Bitch, I'm EBK, I'll shoot everybody

Always got the gun, it's glued to my body

Shoot him in the hip if he turn into a runner

Gun in the purse like a nigga named Gunna

Catch him on the E-way, I'ma flip the whole Honda

African shooters, I call 'em Wakanda (yeah, yeah)

If he wanna do it, tell him I'm ready (I'm ready)

Knock out his brains, it look like spaghetti (look like spaghetti)

Shoot at the opps like Corey Maggette (yeah)

Bitch, I'm Don Dada, my hair be dreaded (hold up)

Hold up, on a Perc' in this motherfucker

Niggas get dirt in the motherfucker

Get put on a shirt in this motherfucker

If a nigga want smoke, if these niggas want smoke

I'ma get his ass hurt in this motherfucker

Big Drac' when I slide in the motherfucker (when I slide in the motherfucker)

Nigga play, he dyin' in this motherfucker (he dyin' in this motherfucker)

If a nigga really want that shit, he can get that shit

Got the Glock on the hip, I'ma shoot that bitch (dumbass)

AR-15 with the 5.56

If a nigga want smoke, he gon' get dismissed (bitch)

I don't even got a car, hundred K Audemar

You can see it on my wrist when the bitch glis

Aim got better, I'm not gon' miss

Why the fuck you got a gun and you know you a bitch?

Bitch, it's too deep, don't get in this water (bitch)

If we can't find him, we shoot at his daughter

I see that hate, but you know I go harder (yeah)

Bitch, you my son, you know I'm a father (what?)

Lil' demon, you can call me a gremlin (huh?)

I want the smoke like a motherfuckin' chimney (like a chimney)

You get shot in your mouth if you grinnin' (bitch)

Shotta Fam, extortion, we winnin'

Your homie a bitch, you can keep him (he a bitch)

My shooter'll die like Latifah (he dead)

Take a look in my eyes, I'm the reaper (bitch)

Bitch, I really don't fuck with them people (I don't fuck with them people)

And it can be on Judgement Day with God, I bust at them people (i'm sorry, Lord)

Bitch, you know I'm gon' shoot when I see you

If I was you, I wouldn't want to be you (I wouldn't wanna be you), yeah, yeah

Leave him unrecognized when I do a homi-

Get in a jam and you turn into a gummy

Slammin' on the opps like a nigga Tim Duncan

I'ma come with a gun, I call it conjunction

Bitch shakin' ass, what the fuck is you doin'? (What you doin'?)

I ain't chasin' hoes, but you know I'm pursuin'

I'm fuckin' two hoes, I do it congruent

If you diss on my name, your life get ruined

Shoot him in the back, take him out like Ricky (huh?)

Don't come too close 'cause I'm clutching my blicky

Got a Glock 26 and it came with a titty

No Biggie, with the chopper, get to boppin' like Diddy

Bitch, you not robbin' shit and I put that on Buddha

I used to be fine then I turned to the shooter

Extended the mag, it look a ruler

I didn't wanna kill him, but I had to do him

We on the opps' ass, man, they want us to let up (they wanna let up)

White tee turned red, they thought I hit him with some ketchup

(Hit him with some ketchup)

The body count keep risin', I done turned into the devil

They know how we be slidin', bitch, I had to cop a rental

Choppa, what it is, shorty?

How you bleedin'? (sos', baby)

You know I be smoking that Tooky-Took (smoking that Tooky-Took)

She told me I taste like some Juicy Fruit (taste like some Juicy Fruit)

She ate me like gum in that coupey-coupe (in that coupey-coupe)

Shoot up his ride, call JiffyLube

The Glock said: Ask that boy is he cool? (is he cool?)

Bustin' down his block like an inner tube

Urus, I might just paint that bitch blue (bitch blue, blue)

He said that I know him, who is you? (Who is you?)

He said he a dog, he a Scooby-Doo

I'ma sip lean 'til I'm forty-four

I was sixteen ridin' with a 44

I'ma up a handgun at the door

I ain't been to the 'Raq in a lil' minute (nah)

But still ride with my shorties, though

Black car, white seats, it's an Oreo

Blow him down with twin Glocks, call me Wario, ayy

Fuck everybody

I have the chance, I'll buck everybody (bang)

Sayin' fuck me, no, fuck everybody (bang)

Got the pole out, better duck, everybody

Tell him cool down 'fore he buck his body

Glock on my lap, call him Buffy the Body

Throw him in the ocean, tell him locate his body

His mom's pulling up to come okay his body, ah