Shottas

Say, um (ah)
Say, oh (ah)
Say, um (ah)
Say, oh (ah)
Huh, oh woah oh oh (ah)
Oh woah oh oh
Oh woah oh oh (ah)
Say, um (ah)
Say, oh (ah)

Ain't got no friends with me
They burned they bridge with me
Turned to enemies
Burnin' all my energy (HeartBeatz on the track)
They askin' me what got into me
You ain't no friend to me
You ain't no kin to me
Fuck

I don't no runnin' through money on money
I'm thumbin' through hundreds, I'm runnin'
I could fuck on your honey, I don't want it
She go give me that pussy, she cummin'
In the trap tryna run up my numbers
No fast food, servin' them onions
In the field, my niggas be gunnin'
They be talkin' that shit, but they runnin' (The Heroes)

Before I even let you cross me again, I'd rather go be by my lonely
I know some niggas'll pull up and dump it
But I tell 'em to dump it, them niggas gon' dump it
Niggas, they act like they want it
Niggas don't want it, I swear that my niggas be on it
I ain't forgot shit, bitch, you still on my list
When we up them sticks, we gon' put the bitch under

Dreadhead, rasta, 23, where my shotta?
Oh, oh, oh, where my shotta?
Dreadhead, rasta, 23, where my shotta?
Oh, oh, oh, where my shotta?
We had a lot of shit to do
What the fuck got into you?
You know what we been through
You know what we been through
Everybody been hatin' on you
I had a place for you
I seen greatness in you
You somethin' I hate to lose

If closed mouths won't eat, closed eyes won't see
How I was starvin' every night, I had to find a way to eat
I been chasin' after money, demons chasin' after me
Why you tryna lie to me and tryna play me like I'm green?
I'm just tryna win it all and count it all with my team
Real shooters get close, we don't really need a beam
Pussy nigga in my business, middleman in between
Plenty bands in my pocket, Glock stuffed by my skinny jeans

I'm on it
Tell me what it is and I'm on it
Sippin' lean early in the morning
Got a bad lil' bitch, she horny
Too high, might wreck the foreign
But fuck it, might buy me a new one today
Or buy me a chopper, a new one to spray
If he step in my way, he losin' his face
I told 'em I was slangin' iron, thought I was lyin', no
These niggas pussy and be lyin', they like my side hoes
And I can count a million dollars with my eyes closed
And I can shoot you in your shit with a blindfold, bang

With my eyes closed
I can count a million dollars with my eyes closed
I can shoot you in your shit with a blindfold
These niggas pussy as a bitch, they like my side hoes (ah)
You know I ain't on that bitch (ah)
Side hoes (ah)
They want my, um, why not (ah)
I put for it up
They like my, oh woah, oh (ah)
(Ah)



Credits
Writer(s): Javorius Scott, Otis Hinton, Karionne Payton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link