Shottas ft. Vin¢Vega & Loafy Montana Lyrics

John Mello on the beat

Aye, Beto ain't finna play with em

Aye, yeah

If you ride with the opps

Then you die with the opps

We gon put em in a blunt

We getting high off the opps

It be really hard catch em

They be hiding a lot

Last nigga tried to press me

He inside of a box

It's box for yo boxing ass

20 Shots in this chop leave em on his ass

Why you think we going hard cause we want the bag

You ain't never made no money off the pots and pans

Niggas die tryna get to where i've been

Never fold never bend, its an awful lot of bins

It's an awful lot of cards and an awful lot of pins

I just walked onto the lot and drove off it in Benz

Walking tall with like ten, band on my wrist

Take yo mans off the road and we gone leave em in a ditch

I just bagged me his bitch i'm finna take her on a trip

Yeah, who finna take me out this bitch

Aye, got the block hot cause we keep them Glocks hot nigga (Let it off)

Catch a opp we gon pop shots in em

He ain't empty out the clip, that is not my nigga (No it's not)

He ain't gang, he is not no killa'

We the rockstars but we got them shottas' with us (Got them shottas' with us)

Keep a pole cause you not gon' get us

You keep hanging with them suckas' u gon' get dropped with em

Get popped, get shot, robbed with em

I ain't never tucking shit I rather let you see my shit bussin'

Heard somebody Debo'd yo chain and you ain't did nothin

Try to take my shit 100 bullet start dumping

Nigga must be stupid, must be smoking blues or something

I rather get caught with it than without it

When the gang up in the building that's a couple hundred thousand

All this paper coming in, I think I need an accountant

Put it in a money counter, I don't even like to count it

That boy broke as hell acting like he up, we look down on em

The choppa' clip look like a smirk it put a frown on em

Heard he was beefing with the gang, now he can not be found

Had to shut his ass up

He was talking too loud

Got the block hot cause we keep them Glocks hot nigga (Let it off)

Catch a opp we gon pop shots in em

He ain't empty out the clip, that is not my nigga (No it's not)

He ain't gang, he is not no killa'

We the rockstars but we got them shottas' with us (We got them shottas' with us)

Keep a pole cause you not gon' get us

You keep hanging with them suckas' u gon' get dropped with em (Getting dropped)

Get popped, get shot, robbed with em

Bag chasing with the gang I just dropped the load

I remember having crumbs now I got a loaf

This a Glock with a beam, for all my foes

All that money double up when you hit the road

These some Cartier Panthers, gon' block the smoke

If the FN hit you it'll leave a hole

Shit, I just hit a lash for like 20 bowls

Bust all them bitches down now I'm stacking pros

Yeah, It must be nice

It ain't the same cost as yesterday, it's a different price

Apologize to mom, she wish I lived a different life

(Have you ever had to stay up and trap through the night?!)

Pour it in a Faygo, I don't do the Sprite

Scoring all this juice got me mixing lines

Used to be broke, standing on the side

Now it's Fleming steak before a flight

Got the block hot cause we keep them Glocks hot nigga (Let it off)

Catch a opp we gon pop shots in em

He ain't empty out the clip, that is not my nigga (No it's not)

He ain't gang, he is not no killa'

We the rockstars but we got them shottas' with us (We got them shottas' with us)

Keep a pole cause you not gon' get us

You keep hanging with them suckas' u gon' get dropped with em (Getting dropped)

Get popped, get shot, robbed with em