[00:00.00] 作词 : Bryson Potts/Kordarius Ramone Johnson
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Bryson Potts/Kordarius Ramone Johnson
[00:02.10]You know what the **** going on
[00:04.64]NLE muh****in' Choppa
[00:06.30]The Top Shotta, you hear me?
[00:08.34]I stand on top of shit
[00:09.68]We doin' this shit (Go, get him, go)
[00:12.36]Aight
[00:13.11]I whip the pat like a container,
[00:15.02]I just copped me a Beamer (A Beam)
[00:17.00]Used to ridin' steamers (Steam), I'm hot as jalapenos
[00:20.44]Bitch, I'm sellin' out arenas
[00:22.02](I'm sellin' out), they say he entertain us (Entertain)
[00:24.14]And if you try to tame us, I bet we leave you stained up (Ayy)
[00:27.35]Whole lotta sticks in the house, it's a gun show (Brr, brr)
[00:29.55]Bullets get him wet like a mother****in' plumb show (Brr, brr)
[00:31.39]I don't think none of y'all niggas want gun smoke
[00:32.92]Don't second guess this shit, I'm gon' blow (Pussy)
[00:34.84]Whole lotta shots when they come out the Drac'
[00:36.28]Chop a nigga up, then put him in the lake (Brrt)
[00:38.07]Shots, see a nigga, they call him a snake
[00:39.79]Ayy, **** all that, Trick, shoot 'em in the face
[00:41.49]Send the hit and the fire,
[00:42.37]You was dead by the scene (By the scene)
[00:43.46]Got shot seven times but the eighth shot missed
[00:44.78]Nine shots in the clip,
[00:45.67]Coulda swore that it was ten (Yeah, yeah)
[00:46.77]Didn't **** with 12,
[00:47.55]I was eleven again (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[00:48.61]I need me a trophy, the best to send
[00:49.89]You niggas ain't straight, y'all lesbians
[00:51.76]And **** your dead homie, I say it again
[00:53.41]If he come back to life, he dead again
[00:55.24]Try to find me, he gon' fight for his life (Bitch)
[00:56.92]Shoot him, real wet, I'ma swim' with the pipe
[00:58.56](He's not cherishin' ya)
[00:59.52]I take his life, straight jacket music, I belong in asylum
[01:02.00]Felonies and felonies,
[01:03.02]They're what they keep on sellin' me (Yeah, yeah)
[01:05.00]This recipe is deadly,
[01:06.59]See me I be drippin' like relish me (Yeah, yeah)
[01:08.44]Ayy, ayy, shoot him in the head,
[01:09.76]Shoot the hat on the hard hat
[01:10.77]We finish the beef as soon as you start that (Ayy)
[01:12.39]Bitch, I shoot first, where the **** would I spark back?
[01:14.20]If you really a thug, let me see with your heart at (Ayy)
[01:15.95]If I can't catch a body, lil' nigga, you catchin' it?
[01:17.49]If I tell you run out, is you really for destiny? (Ayy)
[01:19.26]If I give you a brick how you gon' sell it? (Ayy)
[01:20.98]If you get in a jam, are you gon' start tellin' shit?
[01:22.63]Where is the smoke, 'cause bitch, I'm inhalin' it
[01:24.38]Just like the army, we got some artillery
[01:26.03]Can I free my dawgs, I'm being sincerely?
[01:27.68]Another opp died, like nigga, like seriously?
[01:29.58]Damn, another one? Nigga, we shot him,
[01:31.21]Then we killed his bruh
[01:32.16]Damn, we 'bout to go get the money
[01:33.77]You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em
[01:36.04]Then my brother dome likin' my dome
[01:37.65]Somebody tell him he in trouble
[01:39.48]I paid too much for my mother****in' guns for me to scuffle
[01:42.84]Gotcha young nigga, I feel like Gucci
[01:44.83]**** so hard, left blood all on the coochie
[01:46.65]Money said, "Ooh," put my thumb in the booty
[01:48.37]I be damned, this dumbass ho just pooped it
[01:50.09]You ain't with the murder, lil' nigga, I killed him
[01:51.78]That night he died, that was my idea
[01:53.49]Hope my niggas slide, make sure he won't live
[01:55.17]But this a lil' secret, they keep it concealed
[01:56.85]My metal a MAC and I bet I attack
[01:58.55]It's a hunnid somethin' shots in this Gat' so get back
[02:00.31]He thought I was lyin', that shit was a fact
[02:01.96]Got shot in your spine but you watchin' his back
[02:03.71](You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)
[02:05.49]**** you tal'm 'bout, haha
[02:06.89](Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)
[02:08.96]**** they gon' do, **** they thinkin', ayy
[02:10.97](You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)
[02:12.29]You know what I'm sayin'?
[02:12.96](Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)
[02:15.36]Uh, uh, lil' Top Shoota, uh, uh, lil' Top Shotta, bitch
[02:18.34]**** you talkin' about

作词 : Bryson Potts/Kordarius Ramone Johnson
作曲 : Bryson Potts/Kordarius Ramone Johnson
You know what the **** going on
NLE muh****in' Choppa
The Top Shotta, you hear me?
I stand on top of shit
We doin' this shit (Go, get him, go)
Aight
I whip the pat like a container,
I just copped me a Beamer (A Beam)
Used to ridin' steamers (Steam), I'm hot as jalapenos
Bitch, I'm sellin' out arenas
(I'm sellin' out), they say he entertain us (Entertain)
And if you try to tame us, I bet we leave you stained up (Ayy)
Whole lotta sticks in the house, it's a gun show (Brr, brr)
Bullets get him wet like a mother****in' plumb show (Brr, brr)
I don't think none of y'all niggas want gun smoke
Don't second guess this shit, I'm gon' blow (Pussy)
Whole lotta shots when they come out the Drac'
Chop a nigga up, then put him in the lake (Brrt)
Shots, see a nigga, they call him a snake
Ayy, **** all that, Trick, shoot 'em in the face
Send the hit and the fire,
You was dead by the scene (By the scene)
Got shot seven times but the eighth shot missed
Nine shots in the clip,
Coulda swore that it was ten (Yeah, yeah)
Didn't **** with 12,
I was eleven again (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I need me a trophy, the best to send
You niggas ain't straight, y'all lesbians
And **** your dead homie, I say it again
If he come back to life, he dead again
Try to find me, he gon' fight for his life (Bitch)
Shoot him, real wet, I'ma swim' with the pipe
(He's not cherishin' ya)
I take his life, straight jacket music, I belong in asylum
Felonies and felonies,
They're what they keep on sellin' me (Yeah, yeah)
This recipe is deadly,
See me I be drippin' like relish me (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, ayy, shoot him in the head,
Shoot the hat on the hard hat
We finish the beef as soon as you start that (Ayy)
Bitch, I shoot first, where the **** would I spark back?
If you really a thug, let me see with your heart at (Ayy)
If I can't catch a body, lil' nigga, you catchin' it?
If I tell you run out, is you really for destiny? (Ayy)
If I give you a brick how you gon' sell it? (Ayy)
If you get in a jam, are you gon' start tellin' shit?
Where is the smoke, 'cause bitch, I'm inhalin' it
Just like the army, we got some artillery
Can I free my dawgs, I'm being sincerely?
Another opp died, like nigga, like seriously?
Damn, another one? Nigga, we shot him,
Then we killed his bruh
Damn, we 'bout to go get the money
You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em
Then my brother dome likin' my dome
Somebody tell him he in trouble
I paid too much for my mother****in' guns for me to scuffle
Gotcha young nigga, I feel like Gucci
**** so hard, left blood all on the coochie
Money said, "Ooh," put my thumb in the booty
I be damned, this dumbass ho just pooped it
You ain't with the murder, lil' nigga, I killed him
That night he died, that was my idea
Hope my niggas slide, make sure he won't live
But this a lil' secret, they keep it concealed
My metal a MAC and I bet I attack
It's a hunnid somethin' shots in this Gat' so get back
He thought I was lyin', that shit was a fact
Got shot in your spine but you watchin' his back
(You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)
**** you tal'm 'bout, haha
(Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)
**** they gon' do, **** they thinkin', ayy
(You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)
You know what I'm sayin'?
(Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)
Uh, uh, lil' Top Shoota, uh, uh, lil' Top Shotta, bitch
**** you talkin' about