Shottas

Grrah, look
Where I'm from, it really get gritty
Grrah-grrah

Bitch, where I'm from, it really get gritty
She don't know me, she popping her tittie
It get mixy, I'm flocking the stitchy
Don't try to plot, 'cause them shottas be with' me
They gon' empty, it get risky
Bullets hit him, he drop like he tipsy
Too Tact, in the back of the renty
30 and better, so we clapping plenty

Run it up, I do that on the regular
Nigga broke, need to go get his cheddar up
Keep Baretta tucked, ain't no letting up
I keep MAC on me, that shit regular
Who you setting up, ain't 150, but bro, tryna wet 'em up
I can't lack for a thot, I be letting up, I can't do that
Nigga ducked when I aimed at his durag
And that by had his pole, but ain't 'oot back, like who do that
I be smoking on Lotti, can't move fast
Put a switch on a Glock so it shoot fast
Let 'em run, hit 'em good off a perc, left 'em numb
Made 'em run, ain't no front when I'm upping the gun
He got hit, tryna put on a front
He a actress, if he throw up that shit, we gon' clap him
I hate goofies, I'm tryna subtract 'em
If he ratted, why niggas still jack him?
Niggas slacking but I'm not, bullets hot, make 'em stop
He can't stand up, his bitch all on my dick 'cause my bands up
Caught 'em lacking outside so I ran up
Tell 'em, "Man up", that's that fan love
Why he saying my name, I'on know homie
I can't wait till we meet, I'ma show homie
Man, I live what I rap, I'ma blow dolie
And I'm real bold, I stood on that block, it was real cold
Block hot, I was tucking the steel though
I spot a opp, show 'em how it feel though

B-Bitch, where I'm from, it really get gritty
She don't know me, she popping her tittie
It get mixy, I'm flocking the stitchy
Don't try to plot, 'cause them shottas be with' me
They gon' empty, it get risky
Bullets hit him, he drop like he tipsy
Too Tact, in the back of the renty
30 and better, so we clapping plenty

30 and better, so we clapping more
He talk hot, bullets smacking his Jaw
Spot a Y, get to packing them all
If 10 in the clip, then I'm clapping it all
That's on bro, I can't show no remorse
I'ma stand over him if he fall, tryna run
Lil thot, with' it all, tryna rump
I ain't going no where if I don't got the gun
Face you a bitch, you was Copping a plea in a jail
I'on know you, so stop saying my name for some fans
You like 30, I tote .30, it's like 30 bands up in my pants
Why the fuck would I worry, get to shooting and shit, if they rush me, I'm sturdy
Bro, he be geeking and shit, he might pop 'em a 30
He gon' slide on the opps with' no mercy
I swear I be geeking and shit, I got PTSD, gotta sleep with' the grip
Catch a drop on the lo, I'ma squeeze on a bitch
Ain't no dropping my pole, I'ma leave with' this shit
Since a jit, bitch, I really been active
He got hit, 'cause he really be lacking
Move wocky, and I'm getting to packing
3 chops when we stuck up on traffic

Bitch, where I'm from, it really get gritty
She don't know me, she popping her tittie
It get mixy, I'm flocking the stitchy
Don't try to plot, 'cause them shottas be with' me
They gon' empty, it get risky
Bullets hit him, he drop like he tipsy
Too Tact, in the back of the renty
30 and better, so we clapping plenty