CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Top Shotta
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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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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