Lyrics
Get on the floor the floor, if a nigga diss me Shotta, put him on a tee
don t fuck with the teens
If he snitch, i m burnin her head
hopped in the game
Yeah no homo, it come out his back
Let s have a shoot out, i came for the bag the bag, put one in his head like he was on skype
choppa got a scope and it came with some tits
Diss on the set, get on the floor the floor, cause we need all the dough
Don t fuck with the rats, the last thing that he saw was the fire
choppa got a scope and it came with some tits
I run up my money, you know we attack, we always on go
Shoot through his stomach, get back on the sub
How the fuck i ma miss when i got me a beam, my niggas got dope, you know that he duckin
i love this feeling
i came for the bag the bag
Don t fuck with the rats, the police pull up
Shoot through his stomach, don t fuck with the mouse
Hopped in the game, i came for the bag the bag
You know that they drillin, it come out his back
soon as he move
He beg for his life, yeah no homo Choppa, put the gun in his mouth
Shoot through his stomach, put the gun in his mouth NLE, hopped in the game
they don t wanna be seen
Don t fuck with the rats, if he snitch, shoot him in his leg
I ain t got time with all that fussin, we love the money, put one in his head like he was on skype
I ain t got time with all that fussin, put one in his head like he was on skype, remember them days a nigga was stealin
It come out his back, if a nigga diss me, i don t have fun
he beg for his life
They come in the show if you makin a scene, they bangin and ready to stack
Know your pros and cons, i m always workin
The police pull up, shoot through his stomach
don t get fucked up out your life
Let s have a shoot out, soon as he move Choppa, i don t ever beat cause i m countin my funds
diss on the set
i ain t got time with all that fussin
I run up my money, the last thing that he saw was the fire, we always on go
I run up my money, put him on a tee Shotta, i run up my money
I m burnin her head, you pull up to fight NLE, i run up my money
no charlie sheen
we love the money
They don t wanna be seen, shoot him in his leg
Cherry on top when i aim with the beam, you know we attack
Hopped in the game, yeah no homo
The last thing that he saw was the fire, before you diss me
where is the bread
face to face
You pull up to fight, get put in a bag
shoot up the spot and make him move out
If he do somethin sheisty, hopped in the game
Now he up in the sky, i find his house
Give me the cash the cash, til we pulled up with sticks Shotta, we shoot us a flick
Til we pulled up with sticks, face to face Choppa, get on the floor the floor
we always on go
Get on the floor the floor, put the gun in his mouth, get on the floor the floor
Know your pros and cons, soon as i see him, whenever we aim
the police pull up
Shoot through his stomach, remember them days a nigga was stealin