lirik lagu yungliv - shotzz (mop remix)
[intro]
mighty just be k!lling 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 can’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 wanted to have lil’ b~tches on c~ck
i was just down on my d~ck, 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 [?], 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
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