
Shottas ft. Vin¢Vega & Loafy Montana Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
John Mello on the beat
Aye, Beto ain't finna play with em
Aye, yeah
If you ride with the opps
Then you die with the opps
We gon put em in a blunt
We getting high off the opps
It be really hard catch em
They be hiding a lot
Last nigga tried to press me
He inside of a box
It's box for yo boxing ass
20 Shots in this chop leave em on his ass
Why you think we going hard cause we want the bag
You ain't never made no money off the pots and pans
Niggas die tryna get to where i've been
Never fold never bend, its an awful lot of bins
It's an awful lot of cards and an awful lot of pins
I just walked onto the lot and drove off it in Benz
Walking tall with like ten, band on my wrist
Take yo mans off the road and we gone leave em in a ditch
I just bagged me his bitch i'm finna take her on a trip
Yeah, who finna take me out this bitch
Aye, got the block hot cause we keep them Glocks hot nigga (Let it off)
Catch a opp we gon pop shots in em
He ain't empty out the clip, that is not my nigga (No it's not)
He ain't gang, he is not no killa'
We the rockstars but we got them shottas' with us (Got them shottas' with us)
Keep a pole cause you not gon' get us
You keep hanging with them suckas' u gon' get dropped with em
Get popped, get shot, robbed with em
I ain't never tucking shit I rather let you see my shit bussin'
Heard somebody Debo'd yo chain and you ain't did nothin
Try to take my shit 100 bullet start dumping
Nigga must be stupid, must be smoking blues or something
I rather get caught with it than without it
When the gang up in the building that's a couple hundred thousand
All this paper coming in, I think I need an accountant
Put it in a money counter, I don't even like to count it
That boy broke as hell acting like he up, we look down on em
The choppa' clip look like a smirk it put a frown on em
Heard he was beefing with the gang, now he can not be found
Had to shut his ass up
He was talking too loud
Got the block hot cause we keep them Glocks hot nigga (Let it off)
Catch a opp we gon pop shots in em
He ain't empty out the clip, that is not my nigga (No it's not)
He ain't gang, he is not no killa'
We the rockstars but we got them shottas' with us (We got them shottas' with us)
Keep a pole cause you not gon' get us
You keep hanging with them suckas' u gon' get dropped with em (Getting dropped)
Get popped, get shot, robbed with em
Bag chasing with the gang I just dropped the load
I remember having crumbs now I got a loaf
This a Glock with a beam, for all my foes
All that money double up when you hit the road
These some Cartier Panthers, gon' block the smoke
If the FN hit you it'll leave a hole
Shit, I just hit a lash for like 20 bowls
Bust all them bitches down now I'm stacking pros
Yeah, It must be nice
It ain't the same cost as yesterday, it's a different price
Apologize to mom, she wish I lived a different life
(Have you ever had to stay up and trap through the night?!)
Pour it in a Faygo, I don't do the Sprite
Scoring all this juice got me mixing lines
Used to be broke, standing on the side
Now it's Fleming steak before a flight
Got the block hot cause we keep them Glocks hot nigga (Let it off)
Catch a opp we gon pop shots in em
He ain't empty out the clip, that is not my nigga (No it's not)
He ain't gang, he is not no killa'
We the rockstars but we got them shottas' with us (We got them shottas' with us)
Keep a pole cause you not gon' get us
You keep hanging with them suckas' u gon' get dropped with em (Getting dropped)
Get popped, get shot, robbed with em