No Chorus, Pt. 3 lyrics

[Intro: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Man down, man down, screaming, "Redrum"
n*gga play with me, get stepped on
Baby Mexico, b*tch, I'm teflon
More sticks than the army in Vietnam
Slow your road, lil' homie, this sh*t can get ugly
Two fingers and a thumb, b*tch, you know what's up with me
You reach for my chain, get put on the news
My n*ggas, they steppin', they keep them a .2
You run up on me, run up on who?
That .40 gon' knock a n*gga out his shoes
I keep me a bible, it stay on my right
I keep me a .30, it stay on my left
I step back and shoot, I'm comin' like Steph
Ballin' too hard, I don't need a ref
Ice on my wrist and it look like some p*ss
Flexin' too hard, I look like a lick
They thinkin' I'm blind, I keep me a stick
I pull up on you and I bet that b*tch hit
Mama, I'm sorry, I know I don't listen
This life that I'm living, I know it get wicked
Ho, least call your phone, you say that I'm trippin'
I'm tryna think smarter, make better decisions
[Verse 2: Big K Mula]
This Shotta Fam sh*t in my DNA
That Draco kickin' hard, Johnny K
It cut your ass just like the Ace of Spades
And your money funny, pockets Damon Wayans
You a Kobe, I'm a MJ, the man ain't wanna be just like you
I'm the bomb like Isis, keep on my style like I'm Tyson, sippin' drink like the Vikings
Cheese on your head, that's a Packers fan
pus*y switch sides, n*gga, that's a fan
They don't wanna be me, damn, he's a [?]
Back pocket, left side, blue flag
Trappin' with them bowls, basketball on Christmas
Runnin' 'round some traffic, call it Ant Miller
Hater droppin' sauce like I'm superstitious
f*cked your b*tchin' sister, alcohol, you licked her
La-la-la-la, the way be dressin', my sauce drippin', Thousand Island
Uh-huh, I make that ho suck on the X, I feel like I'm Chyna (Suck it)
Need more [?], Baby Shawn, that's a new star lineup
Three rings like a binder, that .40 kick him back, recliner

[Verse 3: Dee Bentley]
Never sell a n*gga where you stay, that's the street code
n*gga just tryna get rich, that's a RICO
Nice big rack, got me looking out the peephole
How you get cops that be f*ckin' with a freak ho?
Shotta Fam run sh*t, fire is the East Coast
Hit a n*gga head from the line, that's a free throw
Marshawn Lynch, then the trap go beast mode
Plug on the phone right now, that's a cheap bowl
Pardon me? Didn't know this was part three?
Nah, cutie, move it back, cutie, stack the [?] three
Dang, my n*gga gang, he'll kill you in a heartbeat
Pay him when he done, I won't let him do the job free, okay
[Verse 4: OG Chuccy]
We run the city, pull up your block and we with it
We ain't muggin', you go get it, chopper Glizzy with extension
When I pull up on your ho, we had the same intentions
I send them hitters and they blizten
We ain't squashin' sh*t, n*gga, f*ck was you intendin'?
It's Shotta Fam, I'm the lieutenant, I never fold, nah, n*gga, I ain't bendin'
f*ckin' with shottas, this sh*t get colossal, them choppers get to singin' just like an opera
You gon' try to run, the bullet gon' drop you, wrap him up, pick him up, get him a doctor
We 'bout a dollar for chasing these b*tches, quit callin' my phone, b*tch, I'm still in the kitchen
f*ck your intentions, I'm chasin' these riches, got no time to be wastin' on none of the b*tches
Get put on the hit list, b*tch, you took off for a ticket
Playing [?], you get fist quick, youngins goin' on a mission
Pull up with hit sticks, they'll never know what hit them
I love my dawgs, they all vicious, ain't none of that b*tch sh*t, they all quick to hit the kill switch
If he want smoke, he get guilty, whatever, who with it?
If it's up, I'ma send it

[Verse 5: Kabana]
Shotta Fam heroes on the map, yeah, we on one
Playin' 'round get you whacked, T-shirt, now he on somethin'
Bags out the bags out the bags, we extort him
Saying, "Junkie, wash your car and [?], I can snort it"
Hit her on, hitters is never to work
Don't need his house, [?] mine's Persian
Bankrolls and bankrolls, I grew up with thirtys
Watch that lil' n*gga, he'll do you dirty
Everybody 'round me gettin' money, ain't no handouts
Shots fired broad day, it gon' wear your mans out
Put me in the middle of a ride, I bet I stand out
Gang in this b*tch, a hundred deep, we brought the land out
Handsome, ain't no handguns, them just Dracos
Layin' on me, pull up to ZaZa's, I need a fake, oh
I'm drinking redrum, voices in my head, I hate those
I get on go mode, out my body, shottas on my say-so
Chuccy a demon, Bentley a [?], Mula, we need him, Choppa gon' sing