I pop out the cut like peek-a-boo, boy, do we got a problem
Try to claim that gang ain't got no skit, yo ahh is not a shotta
Bro through a switch on this chop, now it's a chopper-chopper
Come through your shit, knock off your bricks, now it's a block-a-knocker
Come through your shit and you hear, (boom), sound like a rocket launchin
Nickname the switches, call them schnitzel , they go rata-rata
This bitch head-exclusive, I see why she got a scholar
If Bro can't hit, pass her to me, and I bet shotta knock 'er
Yeah, I bet I can knock her, get knocked for that pocket watchin
What you need, come shop with me, you know that I provide it
New AMG, a couple p's, some new glocks inside it
You play with me, next thing you see is your eye out the sockets
This not a drill, lil pussy-boy, your ass is not a member
And you wasn't out there on that block, so you can stop pretendin
You better tuck your pole, cause we be takin' glocks from niggas
Why would I shop when I could up my stick and rob a nigga
When I can, When I can, when I can rob his a**, foe nem patched them up They couldn't get them to the doctor's fast
We up on the scoreboard, probably why all my opps is mad
When this ass hit the floor, come here, ah, ah, got his ass
No activist, but this bitch make a nigga lean over
I don't need this b*%#h for extra aim, but it's a beam on it
Make they ass go cry a river cause they ass lost three homies
Might as well just give it up, if not, then I'm a Debo it
Ooh, ooh, wee, that's how you comin Shotta
This bitch got explosive tips, a hit him, knock his stomach out em
Only be around slappers and trappers, can't have no bums around me
My bitch called me cheatin', so I gave her ass the run around it
Uh, uh, his ass is not a shotta
This ass is not a shot up
Not a shotta, not a strickly, not a taker, not a shotta, you ah faker
Not a strickly, not a taker, they done made me mad
And you ain't never got off on shit with your fakin' ass
Them drakes get passed, foe nem quick to go erase his ass
These niggas diss me, send the blitz, ain't even gon' say shit back
Ain't even gon' say shit back, that 2-7, my favorite strap
And when we ain't puttin' guns in trunks, we ride with Drake's in Laps
Bail out the car, he tried to run, lil foe nem, chase his ass
Heard he was dissin', gotta kill him, he can't take it back
Uh, uh, his a** is not a shotta
Nigga, this the real thing
But it's the real thing
Nigga, this the real thing
Shotta LuhTay - Not A Shotta Lyrics
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English
I pop out the cut like peek-a-boo, boy, do we got a problem
Try to claim that gang ain't got no skit, yo ahh is not a shotta
Bro through a switch on this chop, now it's a chopper-chopper
Come through your shit, knock off your bricks, now it's a block-a-knocker
Come through your shit and you hear, (boom), sound like a rocket launchin
Nickname the switches, call them schnitzel , they go rata-rata
This bitch head-exclusive, I see why she got a scholar
If Bro can't hit, pass her to me, and I bet shotta knock 'er
Yeah, I bet I can knock her, get knocked for that pocket watchin
What you need, come shop with me, you know that I provide it
New AMG, a couple p's, some new glocks inside it
You play with me, next thing you see is your eye out the sockets
This not a drill, lil pussy-boy, your ass is not a member
And you wasn't out there on that block, so you can stop pretendin
You better tuck your pole, cause we be takin' glocks from niggas
Why would I shop when I could up my stick and rob a nigga
When I can, When I can, when I can rob his a**, foe nem patched them up They couldn't get them to the doctor's fast
We up on the scoreboard, probably why all my opps is mad
When this ass hit the floor, come here, ah, ah, got his ass
No activist, but this bitch make a nigga lean over
I don't need this b*%#h for extra aim, but it's a beam on it
Make they ass go cry a river cause they ass lost three homies
Might as well just give it up, if not, then I'm a Debo it
Ooh, ooh, wee, that's how you comin Shotta
This bitch got explosive tips, a hit him, knock his stomach out em
Only be around slappers and trappers, can't have no bums around me
My bitch called me cheatin', so I gave her ass the run around it
Uh, uh, his ass is not a shotta
This ass is not a shot up
Not a shotta, not a strickly, not a taker, not a shotta, you ah faker
Not a strickly, not a taker, they done made me mad
And you ain't never got off on shit with your fakin' ass
Them drakes get passed, foe nem quick to go erase his ass
These niggas diss me, send the blitz, ain't even gon' say shit back
Ain't even gon' say shit back, that 2-7, my favorite strap
And when we ain't puttin' guns in trunks, we ride with Drake's in Laps
Bail out the car, he tried to run, lil foe nem, chase his ass
Heard he was dissin', gotta kill him, he can't take it back
Uh, uh, his a** is not a shotta
Nigga, this the real thing
But it's the real thing
Nigga, this the real thing
Try to claim that gang ain't got no skit, yo ahh is not a shotta
Bro through a switch on this chop, now it's a chopper-chopper
Come through your shit, knock off your bricks, now it's a block-a-knocker
Come through your shit and you hear, (boom), sound like a rocket launchin
Nickname the switches, call them schnitzel , they go rata-rata
This bitch head-exclusive, I see why she got a scholar
If Bro can't hit, pass her to me, and I bet shotta knock 'er
Yeah, I bet I can knock her, get knocked for that pocket watchin
What you need, come shop with me, you know that I provide it
New AMG, a couple p's, some new glocks inside it
You play with me, next thing you see is your eye out the sockets
This not a drill, lil pussy-boy, your ass is not a member
And you wasn't out there on that block, so you can stop pretendin
You better tuck your pole, cause we be takin' glocks from niggas
Why would I shop when I could up my stick and rob a nigga
When I can, When I can, when I can rob his a**, foe nem patched them up They couldn't get them to the doctor's fast
We up on the scoreboard, probably why all my opps is mad
When this ass hit the floor, come here, ah, ah, got his ass
No activist, but this bitch make a nigga lean over
I don't need this b*%#h for extra aim, but it's a beam on it
Make they ass go cry a river cause they ass lost three homies
Might as well just give it up, if not, then I'm a Debo it
Ooh, ooh, wee, that's how you comin Shotta
This bitch got explosive tips, a hit him, knock his stomach out em
Only be around slappers and trappers, can't have no bums around me
My bitch called me cheatin', so I gave her ass the run around it
Uh, uh, his ass is not a shotta
This ass is not a shot up
Not a shotta, not a strickly, not a taker, not a shotta, you ah faker
Not a strickly, not a taker, they done made me mad
And you ain't never got off on shit with your fakin' ass
Them drakes get passed, foe nem quick to go erase his ass
These niggas diss me, send the blitz, ain't even gon' say shit back
Ain't even gon' say shit back, that 2-7, my favorite strap
And when we ain't puttin' guns in trunks, we ride with Drake's in Laps
Bail out the car, he tried to run, lil foe nem, chase his ass
Heard he was dissin', gotta kill him, he can't take it back
Uh, uh, his a** is not a shotta
Nigga, this the real thing
But it's the real thing
Nigga, this the real thing
Writer: Dmarte Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid