CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Shotta Flow 9
Aye, you f**kin' with it?
I'll tell you which one it is (Say what?)
Look, let me tell you motherf**kers 'bout my life
And how I grew up and sh*t
How I got out motherf**kers (Aye, what the f**k?)
Let me tell you motherf**kers the story (Yeah)
This is called Shotta Flow 9 (Aye, woo)
Look, okay, Shotta Flow 9
I had to shoot a f**king dime
Ten, ten, ten, you 'bout to f**king die (Yeah)
I grab my Glock, and then I smack your b*t*h with my c*ck (Brr)
And then I play that music (Huh?)
It's rock, rock, rock (Let's get it, brr)
Got a rock-hard Glock in my pocket (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Pocket, I swear to god I'mma shoot a motherf**ker in his eye socket
Socket, I'mma take of like James Harden, I'm a rocket
Yeah, I swear to God, uh, no flockin'
Damn, hit that Glock, and b*t*h it ain't no stoppin'
B*t*h, it's f**king Speed n***a, it ain't no contest (Ayo)
Why the f**k you laughing, n***a, what's so f**king funny?
Big f**king Speed, n***a, aim that sh*t at your tummy, yeah, (Aye)
F**k n***a, b*t*h, f**king Speed in the f**king fort
Got a bad b*t*h, and she always motherf**king fart
Lil n***as on my d**k and I just rolled up a corpse
Arf, arf, arf, arf, f**k your daughter
Aye, I got about two choppas, a felony
You playing, n***a it's first degree
I leave a n***a in emergency
Yeah, I bet I'll leave your a** in surgery
You play with me, I swear it'll be a murder scene, a burglary
Got two b*t*hes, they murking me, they slurping me, and j*rking me
Two choppas, with two beams, and a t**ty if you-, oh yeah
It's okay, I know where you left off though
Knowing where you left off though
Big Draco, big Draco, we only have big Dracos
Two Dracos, in the room, bring out the f**king broom
I'm gonna shove it up my a**
Oh, oh, oh, aye, man, aye, aye, aye
I'll tell you which one it is (Say what?)
Look, let me tell you motherf**kers 'bout my life
And how I grew up and sh*t
How I got out motherf**kers (Aye, what the f**k?)
Let me tell you motherf**kers the story (Yeah)
This is called Shotta Flow 9 (Aye, woo)
Look, okay, Shotta Flow 9
I had to shoot a f**king dime
Ten, ten, ten, you 'bout to f**king die (Yeah)
I grab my Glock, and then I smack your b*t*h with my c*ck (Brr)
And then I play that music (Huh?)
It's rock, rock, rock (Let's get it, brr)
Got a rock-hard Glock in my pocket (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Pocket, I swear to god I'mma shoot a motherf**ker in his eye socket
Socket, I'mma take of like James Harden, I'm a rocket
Yeah, I swear to God, uh, no flockin'
Damn, hit that Glock, and b*t*h it ain't no stoppin'
B*t*h, it's f**king Speed n***a, it ain't no contest (Ayo)
Why the f**k you laughing, n***a, what's so f**king funny?
Big f**king Speed, n***a, aim that sh*t at your tummy, yeah, (Aye)
F**k n***a, b*t*h, f**king Speed in the f**king fort
Got a bad b*t*h, and she always motherf**king fart
Lil n***as on my d**k and I just rolled up a corpse
Arf, arf, arf, arf, f**k your daughter
Aye, I got about two choppas, a felony
You playing, n***a it's first degree
I leave a n***a in emergency
Yeah, I bet I'll leave your a** in surgery
You play with me, I swear it'll be a murder scene, a burglary
Got two b*t*hes, they murking me, they slurping me, and j*rking me
Two choppas, with two beams, and a t**ty if you-, oh yeah
It's okay, I know where you left off though
Knowing where you left off though
Big Draco, big Draco, we only have big Dracos
Two Dracos, in the room, bring out the f**king broom
I'm gonna shove it up my a**
Oh, oh, oh, aye, man, aye, aye, aye
