MO3 - Shottas Reloaded - Intro

Dummy
Aye these n*ggas musta forgot nigga
Dummy
Aye these n*ggas musta forgot nigga
Dummy
Aye these n*ggas musta forgot nigga

N*gga I’m king of these streets n*gga
Fuck you talkin bout n*gga
North Dallas Texas (Gangland)
Do we got a problem n*gga
Whats poppin fam
We can do this shit right now
You know how I get down
(Aye how you get down 3)
Beat a n*gga blue before I gun him
Knock his face out of place with this 40
Till he start jumpin round
Bitch I’m from north Dallas
Where we put bodies up underground
War ready wit choppas
I might run the play wit uncle sam
Fuck that
I heard that lil n*gga flexin on Instagram
Cock back
Flip that lil n*gga til that bitch hit the ground
Whats all the hatin fo
Cuz we shining and getting rich as hell
38 hit him so hard
Gave that hoe sicklе cell
A couple n*ggas
Switched up on mе
I’m glad they did fa real
Cuz look at
On like a bitch watch how I give em hell
They isolate my side of the city
You think we give a damn
This gangland
North Dallas land
Shoot til the pistol jam
44
Ready to ride on em when they be sleep
Ready to get up and hit up they street
I got killas who willing to do the whole ting
Feel like I’m ready to put on a beanie
Go knock off a n*gga that feel that I’m weak
We trap wit that 30
Don’t fuck wit lil 3
I won't let a lil nigga get stripes on a G
I’m ready to ride stand up and look in my eyes
Pull up and equip wit that iron
Deep in n*ggas mind know they hate me inside
But no I won't stop til I die
Set it off wit that fire
Bet it go BLOCKA BLOCKA
N*gga know that I gotcha
I work for mafia team full of hittas
Watch how they chop em up
You thinkin they stoppin us (nope)
That is lie fuck they apology
For thinkin that these rappers in Dallas was somewhat hot as me
Come shop wit three
I’m right around the corner where my lil patnas be
I don’t dance but in yo hoe p*ssy I might just ride the beat
They say that lil n*gga too gangsta
He always talkin street
They say I’m hot head but I just ain't friendly
That’s just how I be
V.I.P fully bad bitches
I’m wit a flock of freaks
And know this
I will beat bitch thinkin she plottin on me
My n*ggas say fuck all that cappin lil bitch you got the streets
I told him this
Since I start rappin these n*ggas think I’m weak
(Fa real nigga, shit man wipe blood off my MF gun nigga, I dun pistol whip this bitch ass nigga for 25 minutes straight n*gga, get the fuck out the spot now n*gga, fuck you talkin bout)

Red bandana round my head like an Indian
This a gangsta party so ain't no getting in getting in
These hoes say I’m wrong it neva fail
I try to hit the friend
God let me make it home tonight I know they wanna kill me
And everything a nigga talkin bout
Just know I really live
And every shooter that you see around me know they really will
Knock a n*gga spine outta his back when I say so
N*gga I ain't lyin in none of my raps
You ain't safe hoe
Whats happenin, Whats happenin, Whats happenin
Whats happenin, Whats happenin, Whats happenin
Whats happenin bitch ass nigga real talk

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