sge ant - shotta flow 3 remix lyrics
[intro]
no way jose
ant money
[chrous]
run up dem bands off a play wit my n+ggas
we blitzin’ sh+t like we played for the steelers
my k!llers official we shoot like da clippers
ain’t no other option all we know is trap
put d+ck in yo b+tch then i’m kickin’ her out
and we throwin’ bullets the opps runnin’ routes, and dem n+ggas don’t know us they dissin’ for clout
[verse 1]
kick in yo door b+tch we came for the funds, that b+tch got a cheek so i’m grippin’ her buns
smokin’ yo homie dope k!lling my lungs, i walk in the party i’m clutchin’ my gun
watch where you steppin’ don’t step on these ones, these hollows they hot burning sh+t like the sun
fn got a light and it came with a drum, all my n+ggas reckless we shoot sh+t for fun
i pop me a x then i roll like a wheel, yo b+tch eating d+ck betta’ tell her to chill
don’t come out the house b+tch we stay in the field, we aim for the head cause we shooting to k!ll
i’m in the stu eating beats like a meal, he talk out his neck then his scalp gettin’ peeled
got n+ggas in jail waitin’ on that appeal, and i ain’t gone stop till i sign me a deal
[verse 2]
i stay with da gang b+tch we takin’ ova, walk up and pop you then hop in a rover
we don’t shoot from distance we get a lil closer, he don’t really got it his ass is a poser
i stay off da drugs b+tch i’m neva sober, 40 it heat him put him in a toaster
pour me a 8 it got me moving slower, dope smell like a skunk yea this sh+t got a odor
yo mans steady thinking he tough with dat bl!ck, then that n+gga gone die wit dat b+tch
zaydoe got the chrome hollows heat up his dome, bullets gonna start flyin’ and sh+t
my shooters they thirsty they don’t show remorse, now yo mama she cryin’ and sh+t
why this b+tch keep on watchin’ my page leave my alone, i ain’t with all dat spyin’ and sh+t
[chrous]
run up dem bands off a play wit my n+ggas
we blitzin’ sh+t like we played for the steelers
my k!llers official we shoot like da clippers
ain’t no other option all we know is trap
put d+ck in yo b+tch then i’m kickin’ her out
and we throwin’ bullets the opps runnin’ routes, and dem n+ggas don’t know us they dissin’ for clout
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