Shoota - NO LINKIN (feat. Doneze & Yeahthismoh)

Yeah
It's Shoota
(Kick up on that beat, Moh!)
Death before disloyalty, nigga
Aye, go
(Moh murdered the beat!)
Tell them niggas be quiet cause class is in session
My ass go on mute when they asking me questions
We moving around and we strapped with protection
He talking for clout nigga asked for attention
I fuck with your shordy she pass the inspection
They been saying Shoota too passive-aggressive
I asked for the crown and they mad ima get it
You came to my hood? Come back for your necklace nigga
I'm a reckless nigga, I ain't messing with ya, say you niggas snapping take a better Picture
Like a math question I correct a nigga, it ain't got no chaser when we off the liquor
I'm on the wave, let 'em drown in the ocean, ain't no commotion, come and approach us
My money kosher
I'm getting into their skin like some lotion, smoke 'em like roaches
I put that name on the grave like some roses, my niggas hotter than the summer Solstice
Money be stretching I ain't do aerobics, they taking notice, nigga
Step like a marching band, like I'm Main, ima keep it 100 like Ben Frank
They been plotting on many men, nigga talking that hot shit boy your breath stank
Nigga talk like he Superman, ima see about it when I aim at his chest plate
Hoodie on I'm the boogieman, and my savage niggas on the block like Dikembe
And them cops in the city mad, cause I ain't say no names and I still beat the fed case
Keep the dough in a duffel bag, niggas run up around here and get scared straight
I ain't playing games with these pussy niggas, this a war zone not an arcade
Catch a nigga off guard like Kyrie but my niggas ain't been to the Barclays
And we shake the crowd when we onstage, with them cowboys like I'm John Wayne
Bitch the world is mine like I'm Scarface, I go Rambo like I'm Doneze
Hol' up
I can't slip up, they want me zipped up, lil bitch
We can't link up, don't get it mixed up, lil bitch
Mask on, victim, we never switched up, lil bitch
I can't slip up, ay they want me zipped up, lil bitch
All my niggas they gon sin if I lettem
It's too many niggas and bitches they plotting on me they gone send them demons to The devil
And I still remember the face of them homies that tried to run up on niggas back in London
I never forget if he cross me they dead him these niggas out here they won't leave no Survivors
They gon split a nigga like cadaver
They sent the addy back in 18
All these niggas bitches wanna date me
Only reason why these niggas hate me
I been having visions 'bout it lately
See the oppositions wanna cross me
Bitch I'm not a rapper I'm a mellow nigga
Finna show these niggas how a boss be
If I sell my soul then nigga pull the trigger
I saw my cousin Shoota in the kitchen soprano, we hitting them high notes
That boy Rondo a blessing, he said put them rocks in the body bag just so it don't float
I can't tell if I rap or I live it the shit I be saying it sound like a good joke
I got police interrogating me I ask for a glass of water so I won't choke
Bitch I can't fold
Been asleep for a while I had to present these niggas a pandemic special
Rest In Peace to the dogs they tried to do better but somehow a bullet met em
You want war go to war put your hand on my family bitch I could never lettem
Trained to go trained to go they got niggas pretending they nice but they down to catch Em
Down to snatch em
I came from the trenches I can't forget it
Got police shooting at expensive targets
I need the money Imma snatch and grab em
You hate me nigga but your bitch vibing
We took our losses and we still mobbing
They slide on niggas got your head bobbing
We tried to warn you now your mans sobbing
Hol' up
I can't slip up, they want me zipped up, lil bitch
We can't link up, don't get it mixed up, lil bitch
Mask on, victim, we never switched up, lil bitch
I can't slip up, ay they want me zipped up, lil bitch
(Kick up on that beat, Moh!)

Written by:
Jeffrey Cote, Peter Robinson

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