|
Shotta got the plan, man |
|
Always like a Grand Slam |
|
Big shot, all in one |
|
Shotalot is on the run |
|
Crack on the whips, never check |
|
Bust in tight, front to back |
|
I reach my fate at the gates |
|
God says shotta yo was great |
|
When I'm shopping |
|
And my bad filled with options so don't ask |
|
What it cost I'm in a Maserati |
|
Coupe going so fast |
|
That I lost 'em |
|
And my ******* got so much swag |
|
That these bad ******* on us |
|
Ah! Killing y'all, pow! |
|
It's-it's the bigroom blitz! |
|
Bring the noise! |
|
I jack them hoes, direct them hoes |
|
Take 'em home and let them hoes |
|
Go live out their fantasies |
|
They're popping pills, I'm rolling **** |
|
Even got a couple bad ******* overseas |
|
Shotta got the slo-mo |
|
You can call it pro flow |
|
Every shot a straight flush |
|
Shotalot is in a rush |
|
Back on the floor, lyrical madness |
|
On the mic, Jack the cactus |
|
I reach my fate at the gates, |
|
God says shotta, you was great! |
|
Shotta gotta chicks, it's-it's the bigroom blitz! |
|
Yeah! |
|
Nobody's hotta than shotta! Thank you! |
