Shrimp Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, we just say that, we goin' with the flow, that's how we do, we can go at it right now (p*ssy-ass nigga)
(Naestro on the track)
p*ssy (p*ssy-ass nigga)
Damn
Yeah, yeah, yeah, turn up, f*ck nigga
Turn up, f*ck nigga
What you thought, you the only one strapped, p*ssy-ass nigga? (Hahaha)
f*ck nigga, yeah (Haha, p*ssy-ass nigga pulled his strap out on me)
You see this big-ass strap on me, p*ssy-ass nigga
Big Glock (Hahaha)
Yeah, nigga, that lil'-bitty-ass Glock, nigga
You a bitch, nigga
Yeah (Yeah, EA-ski, I run this shit, nigga)
[Chorus]
Bitch-ass nigga with a lil'-bitty Glock (Lil'-bitty Glock), he ain't gon' shoot shit (Damn)
How the f*ck you ain't got one in the head? (What the f*ck?) Know you ain't doin' shit (Nah)
Niggas ain't totin' they guns, scared of the feds, Slime ain't doin' it (Never)
Bitch, I keep it on me (Yeah), who the f*ck want it? (Yeah)
With this chopper chopper, show these bitches I am don dada (Don dada)
Shootin', killin' p*ssy niggas, that's my f*ckin' problem (That's my f*ckin' problem)
I like to pull my mask down and f*ckin' rob 'em (I got 'em)
My mama always said I need to chill, I got a problem (I can't)
[Verse 1]
Now mama, listen to me, I just fell in love with the chopper (Fell in love with the stick)
p*ssy nigga ain't even play with me, nigga tried one of my partners (Tried one of my partners)
So you know what your son do, man, I pull up and I pop 'em (Pull up and I pop 'em)
Fell in love with the poppin' (Yeah)
I ain't had no f*ckin' papa (Had no f*ckin' papa, you know it)
But I got niggas listen to me like I'm dad (Like I'm dad)
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So my gang about these streets, (Yeah) these niggas would never understand (Never understand)
Losing the war? Shit, Slime wouldn't understand (I ain't never lost one, nigga)
Got so many choppers in this bitch, it feel like Afghanistan (Feel like Afghanistan)
I'm dressed in all black (Yeah), I'm robbin', no Batman (No Batman)
I should've been a bald head, they call me the hitman (Call me the hitman)
You know I ain't got no problem usin' this stick, man (Usin' this stick, man)
I got so much money, I can call up stickman (Ayy, stickman, pull up and kill him)
He killin' shit, he aim, he don't miss nothin' (Nothin')
I guess his aim, it must be connected to the money (Connected to the money)
'Cause 'bout that money, man, this shit get locked in (Shit get locked in)
Put his aim on you (Yeah), he gon' pop until you end (Pop until you end)
[Chorus]
Bitch-ass nigga with a lil'-bitty Glock (Lil'-bitty Glock), he ain't gon' shoot shit (Damn)
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