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Shotta Flow 3 (Remix) Video (MV)






Staticstoleastack - Shotta Flow 3 (Remix) Lyrics
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Put me in the game I'ma ball til the buzzer
I'm stuck in a cage ain't no room for no other
If you ain't my mother, my pops, or my brother
Top5ive the fam, you leach I'ma cut you
Killing again, we eat til it's nothing, It's up for the win, we seeing more money (More money)
Can't stop the plan we need to eat something
So what you got a man, girl we could be something
You love to gossip, we love going hunting
You ain't my opp, you just hating for nothing
I'm out in Philly with gang we just bugging
Blocking the outlet, can't let em plug in
Bro hit me up, he need more than a dozen (A dozen)
Roll me a wood up, bet that shit bussing
I got the hook, I'm Anthony Johnson (Johnson)
I beat the crook up, I bet he stop robbing
Shotta flow 3, I ain't even do 1 yet
Shout out to me 'cause I get all the contact
Shout out my team ain't no leach in my contact
Now that bro free don't gotta ask where the Don at
Double the G's, Gucci my mom hat
I'm throwing T's, where all of my dawgs at (My dawgs)
F*ck up these beats, where I get this sauce at
It just ain't me to compete where you lost at
I know some niggas is gone think I owe em (I don't owe em)
But I don't even know (I dont know em)
I can't do shit for em (F*ck em)
I Can't do no song (F*ck em)
Don't put no beat on
F*ck is a loan
Do that shit alone
Got shit on fire no emergency door
Pull they card leave that shit on the floor
Sorry not sorry that chick is not yours
Can't afford to buy it I'll lease me a foreign
I'm getting, I'm getting high making music (music)
Bet they gone vibe with the new shit (With this new shit)
Bitch I'm top five but you knew this (You knew this)
Catch me with guys I'ma nuisance (I'ma nuisance)
Catch me in a lie I'm refusing
Catch me in my prime I'm booted
Can't see who behind me they losing
Been said that our timing improving
This shit got bounce
Listen to this make you f*ck up your count
Making a diss ain't gone make no one proud
Whipping up hits and just giving em out
Listen with yo bitch I bet she kick you out
Looking for new shit don't copy my sound
Bro pull up with missiles aiming at the crowd
Told them he official ref, he blow shit down
But I been in route (But I been in route)
Can't be no drought (Can't be no drought)
Careful these bitches gone do shit for clout (Clout)
Ya mans catching fire why you put him out
Hope that man don't got wires this shit can't get out
Pass the fire the clip going out
Limited time I'm in and I'm out
Here for the ride, you ain't better bounce (Better bounce)
All this we designed to make a way out
Niggas gone look at our shit like
Bro we gotta make a new hit like
One of these niggas they got they shit right
Oh he lit he be claiming he Crip right
Have lil bro or big bro check his shit right
Cause he tryna get in the mix right
Oh he tryna get in the mix right
His bitch begging to see what the dick like
I might give it she asking me real nice (Asking me real nice)
Oh she asking me real nice (Asking me real nice)
I might give it she asked what the tip like (She asked what the tip like)
I might give it she asked what the tip like (She asked me, On GOD)
Yeah, Yeah Top Five Top Five Top5ive
Bitch (You gotta hear me right now, gotta listen)
Put me in the game I'ma ball til the buzzer
I'm stuck in a cage ain't no room for no other
If you ain't my mother, my pops, or my brother (Or my brother)
Top5ive the fam you leach I'ma cut you (I'ma cut you)
Killing again, we eat til it's nothing, It's up for the win, we seeing more money
Can't stop the plan we need to eat something
You got a man, girl we could be something
You love to gossip, we love going hunting (We love going hunting)
You ain't my opp, you just hating for nothing (Hating for nothing)
I'm out in Philly with gang we just bugging
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English

Put me in the game I'ma ball til the buzzer
I'm stuck in a cage ain't no room for no other
If you ain't my mother, my pops, or my brother
Top5ive the fam, you leach I'ma cut you
Killing again, we eat til it's nothing, It's up for the win, we seeing more money (More money)
Can't stop the plan we need to eat something
So what you got a man, girl we could be something
You love to gossip, we love going hunting
You ain't my opp, you just hating for nothing
I'm out in Philly with gang we just bugging
Blocking the outlet, can't let em plug in
Bro hit me up, he need more than a dozen (A dozen)
Roll me a wood up, bet that shit bussing
I got the hook, I'm Anthony Johnson (Johnson)
I beat the crook up, I bet he stop robbing
Shotta flow 3, I ain't even do 1 yet
Shout out to me 'cause I get all the contact
Shout out my team ain't no leach in my contact
Now that bro free don't gotta ask where the Don at
Double the G's, Gucci my mom hat
I'm throwing T's, where all of my dawgs at (My dawgs)
F*ck up these beats, where I get this sauce at
It just ain't me to compete where you lost at
I know some niggas is gone think I owe em (I don't owe em)
But I don't even know (I dont know em)
I can't do shit for em (F*ck em)
I Can't do no song (F*ck em)
Don't put no beat on
F*ck is a loan
Do that shit alone
Got shit on fire no emergency door
Pull they card leave that shit on the floor
Sorry not sorry that chick is not yours
Can't afford to buy it I'll lease me a foreign
I'm getting, I'm getting high making music (music)
Bet they gone vibe with the new shit (With this new shit)
Bitch I'm top five but you knew this (You knew this)
Catch me with guys I'ma nuisance (I'ma nuisance)
Catch me in a lie I'm refusing
Catch me in my prime I'm booted
Can't see who behind me they losing
Been said that our timing improving
This shit got bounce
Listen to this make you f*ck up your count
Making a diss ain't gone make no one proud
Whipping up hits and just giving em out
Listen with yo bitch I bet she kick you out
Looking for new shit don't copy my sound
Bro pull up with missiles aiming at the crowd
Told them he official ref, he blow shit down
But I been in route (But I been in route)
Can't be no drought (Can't be no drought)
Careful these bitches gone do shit for clout (Clout)
Ya mans catching fire why you put him out
Hope that man don't got wires this shit can't get out
Pass the fire the clip going out
Limited time I'm in and I'm out
Here for the ride, you ain't better bounce (Better bounce)
All this we designed to make a way out
Niggas gone look at our shit like
Bro we gotta make a new hit like
One of these niggas they got they shit right
Oh he lit he be claiming he Crip right
Have lil bro or big bro check his shit right
Cause he tryna get in the mix right
Oh he tryna get in the mix right
His bitch begging to see what the dick like
I might give it she asking me real nice (Asking me real nice)
Oh she asking me real nice (Asking me real nice)
I might give it she asked what the tip like (She asked what the tip like)
I might give it she asked what the tip like (She asked me, On GOD)
Yeah, Yeah Top Five Top Five Top5ive
Bitch (You gotta hear me right now, gotta listen)
Put me in the game I'ma ball til the buzzer
I'm stuck in a cage ain't no room for no other
If you ain't my mother, my pops, or my brother (Or my brother)
Top5ive the fam you leach I'ma cut you (I'ma cut you)
Killing again, we eat til it's nothing, It's up for the win, we seeing more money
Can't stop the plan we need to eat something
You got a man, girl we could be something
You love to gossip, we love going hunting (We love going hunting)
You ain't my opp, you just hating for nothing (Hating for nothing)
I'm out in Philly with gang we just bugging
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Writer: Bryson Potts, Jose Luis Reynoso-Contreras
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave


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