Shottas lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, on god
(Ayo, Shoki, this go crazy)
On God
(Ss-Ss-SspikeTrap)
On God
Yeah

[Chorus]
Bro told me, "Stay out the streets 'cause that murder beats"
She wanna f*ck, know she heard of me
I'm sorry Mom but I look up to shottas
In the courts, we pick and roll
Bet we get up close
And she off a molly, she f*ckin' my mans
Please, don't call my phone, get me at the tone
You know, I can't lack 'cause I'm name brand
Pull up, I'm sprayin', you ain't even going home, on God
I ain't cappin', I really f*ck moms
Put your kids to sleep and let me beat it up
I'm getting tired, come and eat me up
Yeah, on God
And I just want the head 'cause she plastic
And she do gymnastics
Sexy, fantastic
I like how she arching, she throwing it back
[Verse 1]
On me, real 'bad, breed, zombie
Y pree?
Look at my chain, bullets hit your body
Bro got a Uzi, slide like we Toosie
And we shoot a movie, we do it smoothly
Switchin' whips and let's skrrt off
f*ckin' a bad b*tch, she squirt on my denim
f*ck her in my chains and you hear the clink
f*ck in a Audi, f*ck in a Benz
We met in the party, first met her friend
You know, I just spit real facts
How you cappin' and rappin'? Lil' boy, he pretend
Bullets hit up his back, got me sinnin' again
Aim so immaculate, that's a fact again
Tweak on the net, he ain't outside so they packed his friend
Dancing with my bloodas, on God

[Chorus]
Bro told me, "Stay out the streets 'cause that murder beats"
She wanna f*ck, know she heard of me
I'm sorry Mom but I look up to shottas
In the courts, we pick and roll
Bet we get up close
And she off a molly, she f*ckin' my mans
Please, don't call my phone, get me at the tone
You know, I can't lack 'cause I'm name brand
Pull up, I'm sprayin', you ain't even going home, on God
I ain't cappin', I really f*ck moms
Put your kids to sleep and let me beat it up
I'm getting tired, come and eat me up
Yeah, on God
And I just want the head 'cause she plastic
And she do gymnastics
Sexy, fantastic
I like how she arching, she throwing it back
[Verse 2]
I like how she arching, she throwing it back
I wanna f*ck with no strings attached
She get nasty, naughty lil' freak, she gon' suck on my bros
Yeah, my name on her nails just to show her friends
Know you chasing clout again
Think we better off as friends, on God
Yeah, I'm in my bag, I know, they sad
And we ain't gon' circle at night
Daytime, we know they all outside, on God
Homie ain't run, he thought he was Luke Cage
Gun play, all day
Wish I could go back to my ball days

[Chorus]
Bro told me, "Stay out the streets 'cause that murder beats"
She wanna f*ck, know she heard of me
I'm sorry Mom but I look up to shottas
In the courts, we pick and roll
Bet we get up close
And she off a molly, she f*ckin' my mans
Please, don't call my phone, get me at the tone
You know, I can't lack 'cause I'm name brand
Pull up, I'm sprayin', you ain't even going home, on God
I ain't cappin', I really f*ck moms
Put your kids to sleep and let me beat it up
I'm getting tired, come and eat me up
Yeah, on God
And I just want the head 'cause she plastic
And she do gymnastics
Sexy, fantastic
I like how she arching, she throwing it back