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trapx10 - shottaz lyrics

[intro]
(swidom, k!lldom)
(minkzy)
(it’s m6, baby)

[verse 1: trapx10]
put smoke in the whip and we’re rollin’
block to block, everywhere man’s zonin’, patrollin’
bet a man lacks when he’s shoalin’
spare no one if i shout like [?] (baow)
with my j for a k when i’m rollin’
rise that broom like harry and toast him
and if they beef, don’t involve him
man won’t roast him, trap or hold him
tanin’ on go if i back this fizzy
bro’s sayin, ”focus on music, you’re silly”
but, for the culture, i l!ck shots [?], you see me
not chicky for us, no [?]
love gettin’ chingy, i’ll do it right there
bro’s pullin’ me back ’cause it’s fizzy
bro said he knows where he stays
so give a signal and man get busy (bap, bap)
[verse 2: double lz]
run down grown men, poke them
just like bro said, ”i beg a man mad me”
two got shanked, i’m happy
back to thе ends with sweat on my bally (i’m happy)
have you еver been opp block with the strally?
searchin’ the back road team in the alleys
pedal back rides on bruck down rallys
dump off corn, get hit from the swammy (get hit)
mad ting, sad ting, beat that hand ting
do it for free, i’m not rampin’ (baow)
i was on the wing like sancho, touch road
now i’m upfront like rashford (i am)
feds came quick when broski slapped it
see ’bout nine man pushin’ and dashin’ (run out)
we’ve never been on the rides with cameras
hand on my heart, they know that we’re active (they know)

[verse 3: sj]
it weren’t me when broski done it
don’t rap ’bout works that the gang ain’t done
sj snitched, don’t call my bluff
with the hand on my ting, one shot on my thumb
it’s sad, but i find it fun
[?]
yo, come, buss your gun
‘cah there won’t be time for the turn and run
somethin’ got dropped, but they’re sheddin’ tears
they’re postin’ pics and they’re pourin liquor
that can never be my n+gga, same day, man skid on a f+ckin’ river
i’m from the block where man can’t shiver, freeze up
you get shot like ++++
or get dropped like ++++
so, we get chingy like digga
[verse 4: trapx10]
nike tech’s what i’m wearin’
hoes all glarin’, man’s not carin’ (nah)
only want head, don’t mind if i’m sharin’
back to the block, gettin’ gwop line tearin’ (rip it)
they said i’m gonna come, so theyre fearin’
a n+gga just lacked on snap’, let me air it (baow)
they said they’re gonna come, so i’m coolin’
who they foolin’, they don’t come near it (they don’t)
turn a lidge whip to a dinger
then we turn a dinger whip to a write+off (burn that)
and like bud, i can never turn my line off
true, my first smokey came from a nine prof’
now, i’m gettin’ ordered a box
my double o n+gga’s ringin’ me for t key
lettin’ off all of the shots (ah, man)
i’ll bring the pr, you get the dots

[verse 5: double lz]
i’ve never rid with phones in my pocket (never)
still grip it, c+ck it, pop it
bad from a yute, man slap this rocket (baow, baow, baow, baow)
you’ll never catch me window shoppin’, chop it
rise it up and then drop him (drop)
alibi, i was at home with a hot ting (i was)
mad, leave all my opps on a squashin’
my broski said i’m in love with the conflict (ha, ha)
same way i love them mosh pits
come from a show, we’ll see where my opps is
from a young age, man know i’ve been on this
slide in a ford focus, no long ting (bruck down)
due to get long when i back this long ting
free boogie b, went trial when he lost it
tryna touch kids, but i ain’t no wrongin’ (i ain’t)
back door boss, hop out, tryna off him
[verse 6: sj]
and my shotty comes long like my mans grave
what? i chop that sh+t to a halfy
you can’t bring this one in the party
[?] locked under the car seat
gyal wan’ come when there’s money to make
double tap that once, slap rack to my chargies
should’ve [?] garden lion
you’re gonna need more than a army
‘cah they don’t know nothin’ ’bout shootin”s
[?]
[?] it was a ugly betty
i’m rude and what? but you was a good guy, i’m a badman
i clinch man on telly
your man ain’t bad, so don’t let him has it
[?] for breaky
this spin ting gon’ spin through sixty
and the right anglo, man get tanned
i’ve done numerous shavin”s, no one escapin’
bun when i rise my hand
this shorty wants a bust down ring, bling
but, i only copped a van
twenty+one years weren’t of the plan
and we turn up the streets when the gang dem land
free the gang, free gang

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