Shotta Flow 7 (Remix) (feat. Lil Mabu)

Yeah, yeah, I jump the gun
The Top Shotta, bomb like Al-Qaeda
Finale, finito, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I was missin' the action like Chrisean tooth (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Back leg loose like a nigga had to poot
I'm a God in Memphis, who bigger than me? (Who bigger than me?)
Shit that they did, I did at sixteen (Sixteen)
He flexin' his money, we know that he broke (Know that he broke)
Dick in her mouth, NLE throat coat
He pressed by the girl that fuckin' the city
He tender (He tender), we call him Diddy (Let's go)
Choppa so big, knock the weight off Biggie (Brr, brr, brr)
I'm somethin' like pussy, this shit it get sticky
Got millionaire mode, I don't plan on glitchin'
I'm back, nigga, like I had an addiction
Dropped him, let's go (Ooh)
He couldn't take those, nah
Switches and Dracos, yeah
Shooters on payroll
Nigga don't want no smoke, they Snoop Dogg (Snoop Dogg)
We'll show up at your door like a you-Haul (you-Haul)
Lil' nigga, big pistol, stand tall (Stand tall)
Quick to pop a nigga ass like a Adderall (Adderall)
Shakin' the spot like a ass or somethin' (Ass or somethin')
Lil' bruh sped, he crash for nothin' (Crash for nothin')
Walk out the house with a mask and gun (Mask and gun)
Better hold yo' breath like a asthma pump
Move like the Pope, hundred some shots in the Ghost (Brrah)
Better think twice, don't approach (Brrt, brrt)
No regular Glocks, know that it came with a box
We steppin' like shoes and socks (Brrt, brrt)
One of the realest, how can you not mention?
We slid out the Civic, now Rolls-Royce whippin' (Skrrt)
Suckin' and grippin', double jerk and twist it
She killin' my kids like abortion clinics

Shoot him in the tongue, he a slut
My boo got the last lick, how it feel, bruh? (Pussy)
Had to put a orange tip on a real gun
I could up a nerf, I bet they still run (You straight)
Mabu took your babe (On God)
You should know, I don't swing that way (Nah-uh)
You owe me cash for the fame, I don't owe you no ass, okay?

We'll leave a nigga blue when the face hot
Nigga want the fame, knowin' he had to go to jail the next day?
Pussy boy, you somethin' like my bitch Rose [?]
KKK, got Ks on Ks
Wanna fuck Kim K and make Kanye watch
Mr. Take your bae, YGA (Ayy)
I like fun games, shoot a bun like a box
Ayy, squeeze it, pop it, his top crappy
How you a real nigga beating your Barbies?
Kill him, stop it, football prospect
Rather ask Floyd Mayweather: Come box me

I don't wanna box, I got a stick
I box your bitch and I bust her the lip
As a minor (On God) and I deliver her saliva
Body part rhymes with China
You know I had to get behind her, nothin' her, I got a blinder
No face, no case, reminder
Mabu good at the cookout, every hood, every trap house
On this block, we gon' stake out
And I'm givin' out free clout, box em' up like takeout
Let's go, let's go, let's go
I might just owe for that, percs kill it slow for that
If I see a hoe, fuck it, last Shotta Flow, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it

He flushin' (Fuck it)
Mabu, NLE, we bustin'
Top Shotta, Top Shotta, Top Shotta
Better blow your bitch if you clutchin'
YGA, YGA, NLE
Lil' bruh, he'll spin for nothin' (YGA)
Gave his ass a Perc' 30, God
Mabu