Shottaz chords by Tek
Intro 1
Am
Verse 1
Am
I'm bipolar, with high pressure,
which mean I get oppressive a lot quicker,
so I raise my gun instead of my boys,
in a day you and me, two of your boys,
you don't want me laying up
for your sentinel tracks,
send a headshot
when you reach the top of your steps
I'm comin' out the strip club,
just got your dick rubbed
find you in your own trunk,
butt naked, tipped up
or you can get it how they did
Jermaine left that boy brains
all out on his range
just for two bricks of cocaine
the little homie did it, I ain't
sayin' no names
I drink a Red Bull,
stay up like a porch light if it's gunplay,
we terminate you on sight
leave your shit messy with big hoes
Punks in your head
F
and I ain't talkin' about cornrows
Am
Gm
We in the Pound block,
Am
freeze up what you do
I take it out the box, put your name on it
Then I load it in a piece,
when I load it
I dip it in some ammonia and bleach
And I got more bleach
than ammonia for your peeps
When it reaches the leaf,
shit corroded when it hit it
My man got the K,
you know it's loaded, when I get it
It will poof over your civic,
drop the mortar out your Jeep
I'm rollin' through the streets
like who the fuck won't be
Dogs tackin' free, you know we with it
If it's brains in the streets,
then you know we did it
The beard in the building, Scarface rules
Just know women and children,
frost top shopped her
Brooklyn bitches say I remind
them of Big Papa
Couple pounds lighter,
couple shades lighter
Sordio Session brought
a couple pounds of lighter
Loser arm and leg,
hit your stupid ass right up
We could put your story on the front page
My little boys is killers coming of age
Got a bullet on my dresser,
what's your name on it?
Alphabets from A to Z for whoever want it
Some turn 18 and go to college
My son turned 18 and caught a body
Old habits die hard, niggas die young
You heard, ox, shower,
faucet, murder if it funny
So I ride around town,
pounds strapped down by my waist
Ripped my gun in your face,
see I come from the back block
Where you learn to slack walk,
slip and sling, slack rock
Pample on the jump shot
Corners grab me and fed me
How can I let another man dead me?
If so, you better bulletproof
that Yankee fitted,
cause your melon gonna split
when the hammer hit it
Kill a killer be a killer,
40 Cali underneath a hood of Shin -chilla
I'm on that HGH and K
Montgomery is on the case
He got a one shweet longer
than a rap sheet,
been doing it since Teddy
was with Lack -sweet
Hustle, loyalty, respect,
just a few words that describe tech
Porsche 160, sour in a zippy,
flowin' down the highway,
screamin' come get me
Shottaz
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