Uncle Chunks - Shottas lyrics

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Ft Snap Capone(Intro)

We are blood, hot blood

I what we need

Got a message for you bitch

Gonna miss it,

(Verse)

Listen!

Move on the corner, I slap ‘em on his chess and shoulder

I took a lost and come back, ain’t Browna

I’m balling, putting with that knife, all day put to you

My chop’ shutting, shutting, shots from a Land Rover

Dog you wait the next day from your day throne

Mac up on your face, no make over

Snap up in your face, boy oh Lord

I ain’t runnin’, cut up and bang, bring and head that off

Say no more, spray more

You went with it, went off

Claim more, I spat sixty and want more

Throw that nigga bullet you can take more

Invasion with the wammy works, bamming round me

Double four long more on your mind assault it

Four hoers and that nigga turn fucking outy

JB one hundred, only dopers round here

Hey! This is Luda, gossip from road

But I ain’t hit when the niggas been popping the crowd

It’s been ages since a nigga had some roll on the road

We get the nine millimeter, we had tops on the road

I cut ‘em finely lazy cook it and blow

That’s true and just spot and poacking on road

Lot of birth, kitty drop in this code

Real life is the cuffin’ to my show

If you get on this ghost

(Monster, monsters we create

Are you sure you wanna get on?

We got the money power into that

We live the best life)

(Verse)

Six in the trade, dogs split six in his face

It’s not the point

Nigga move and sit like the crazy

Taking money nigga let’s do that race

Taking guns ngga go get the trade

Fucking case, I got the best loyal

I’m on the run two guns, running around with tayer

A half of bricks while I’m spending hard remix

Alexander jacket got to zips

It’s like get a leaf of me of the piece

Nigga got no limit like master piece

Go a gress and piese, nigga get off of me

55 shot in your arteries

Niga nigga shut, make it hard to breath

I’m in that next fall, getting proper dog

Nigga your gyls everybody’s hood

Papychulo bitch, call me pappy

All shutters nigga you was playing Mario

On white limit, tooking white girls

A tone of bullets on one thousand skills

Me and my nigga tunk and crumble ready upon

Shutting in this like a great jumper

Shit is not James Bond in the truck full of banz gun

Use the ten thous’ and face gun