Shotzz (Mop Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Mighty just be killing it

[Verse]
He tried to bend through my block 'cause he know we the reason his mans got shot
We going live with the tools outside, broad day, I ain’t worried about the opps
We really just worried about the cops, I ain't tryna get locked in that lil' ass box
But if we get caught on a drill, I don’t know who that is next to me with the Glock
All I heard was shots, shots, shots, shots
Brodie got life for a body, I just sending prayers and sh*t to his momma
We try load up them Glizzys and semis, pull up and we knock 'em up
Cut off my homie, that n*gga was hating 'cause I had lil' more guap
Remember I couldn't get a ride, now them dumbass asking to come pick 'em up
Momma keep telling cut off them b*tches who be by the crib after I f*ck
We posted up on the 5 with a whole lot of guns, n*gga, tell me what's up
I know this lil' b*tch a thot by the way she keep sucking me off to my song
Cops try to ride on the block, if they hop out the Paddy I ain’t tryna stop
Six hundred for shoes that I only wore once just to have the lil’ b*tches on c*ck
I was just down on my di*k, she ain't want suck it, now she swallow my sons
I was stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck
She going so motherf*cking hard, taking all of my energy, she going dumb
I’m off a fifth of that Henny, lil' baby, I'm willing, keep turning me up
Opps took my big homie, I'm tired of talking when opps who passing the gun
See, how the f*ck this n*gga running around dissing on bro then his ass got slumped
I know a b*tch who’ll give your location to me for a picture or something
Ever since I got my first millions views been gaining a lot of new opps
I guarantee, you pull up with your friends then a hundred shots sent to that car
They tried to get out and run but that tire had popped, he ain't make it far
I'm rolling [?], TaTa, Quilly, ain't get help up
Roddy and Meechie the reason them f*ck n*ggas know not to pop out the cut on us
I love my momma without her I would be stuck in a cell for a gun
The b*tches who love me, you cuffing, we f*cking and dumping
I ain't trying stay at her house
Free the opps, opps, opps, opps
I slap a thirty inside of my pistol and put a lil' beam on top
We used to FaceTime n*ggas and tell 'em pop out on they block and we coming
Don't run, don't run, don't run
[Outro]
Pull up, we send hot sh*t
Free the gang, n*gga