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Top Shotta
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Ola Runt
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When you see death around the corner, what you gon’ do? Still spin the block knowing the odds stacked against my crew He tried to hide behind the car, bullets still come through The way I kick my sh*t, I’m the real kung fu Ola dun dadda, Ola dun dadda Ola dun dadda woah, Ola top shotta woah Ola dun dadda woah, Ola dun dadda woah Ola dun dadda woah, Ola top shotta woah I used to stay up every night hope I hear gunshots Shooters see that bomboclaat next thing you know 100 shots Since Sammy died I told myself no more gravesites Your shooter miss you outta luck you coulda [?] He went left, goddamn he must went way right The way we strapped up in this movie coulda played dykеs I’ma cross that line, you ain’t even gotta say hikе Hit him in the head, his last words shoulda been good night Swear all my n***as shaking sh*t just like a pig fight Big Kel-Tec knock down a tree if it look light Went wit' my first mind started shooting, it ain’t look right Told the plug I’ll buy like ten if it’s cooked right I put some wings on my Adidas then I took flight And I’ma murder every beat long as the hook right He say he did it for his dog, he just took life Went from a big ass pistol to a little butch knife When you see death around the corner what you gon’ do? Still spin the block knowing the odds stacked against my crew He tried to hide behind the car, bullets still come through The way I kick my sh*t I’m the real kung fu Ola dun dadda, Ola dun dadda Ola dun dadda woah, Ola top shotta woah Ola dun dadda woah, Ola dun dadda woah Ola dun dadda woah, Ola top shotta woah Triple homicide pre roll like we shooting cee lo VL just got out the joint, he’s just like they free Deebo Rob ‘em bare face, had to take it back he got repo’d Shoutout to Future, that’s my second time going beast mode Hit ‘em with thirty and ask my n***a should I reload? Don that my brother just like Michael Jack and Tito I’m slime in the trap but in the field I’m a hero Trip to the jeweler told him make me sub zero Trips outta town till I come back with a b roll Drip on my hip cause I’m living by the G code Drip all black cause I’m robbing for something I can’t do nothing with this nine give me the carbine or something b*t*h I’m a Zone 6 lick-hitter Sunday to summer He talking crazy I go get a rental, shoot it at his temple Let my young n***a aim at your temple, he a lil' killer Thought it was funny till he hit his dimple Pop him like a pimple, on god When you see death around the corner what you gon’ do? Still spin the block knowing the odds stacked against us He tried to hide behind the car, bullets still come through The way I kick my sh*t I’m the real kung fu Ola dun dadda, Ola dun dadda Ola dun dadda woah, Ola top shotta woah Ola dun dadda woah, Ola dun dadda woah Ola dun dadda woah, Ola top shotta woah [?]
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