Lil Yachty - Shame lyrics

[Intro: Larry] Chop, chopping, and I might just break you off What he pushing lame, the truth can't feed that to my dogs [Intro 2: DJ SCREAM] This the legendary DJ SCREAM speaking This the new movement, the new wave LARRY LEAGUE motherf**ers It's time to take off let's go [Verse 1: Larry] I know they smelling me f** what he telling me Pain where the pleasure be Yung Bois go flex for me Chop, chopping, and I might just break you off What he pushing lame the truth can't feed that to my dogs Trap pad is posh, I'm pouring drop up on the rocks When I start to glo I'll watch 'em fly just like some moths If I brought you just bought it and that's half of what I got It's a god damn shame they just lost they whole clout [Verse 2: Lil' Yachty] It's a god damn shame you lost all your clout It's a god damn shame your pockets in a drought It's a god damn shame you try to plot on me It's a god damn shame I'll have to wet your tee Said these n***as think he's sweet cause the beads in my hair I'll f** a n***a b**h with these beads in my hair I'll beat a n***a a** with these beads in my hair Carve a n***a like a pumpkin if he get an a**umption Cherry red whip slide in when I come to the function And my wrist cost a grip you can tell I'm stunting And my b**h lips brown you can tell she been blunting I cannot f** with insta-n***as cause these n***as be fronting [Chorus: Larry] It's a shame, It's a shame, It's a god damn shame We be taking what we get so we get what we take It's a shame, It's a shame, It's a god damn shame Young boys late, couldn't wait, get the hell out my face [Verse 3: Randy] I just took your sh**, who to blame, who to blame Fame just popped up in my face I couldn't wait Crop, crop, crop, yeah that's all I f**ing flip Randy f**ing pilot on these b**hes landing strip North Atlanta, North Atlanta, you ain't from North Atlanta Pulled up blind side, Sandra Bullock in my fanta Why I always stunt? I be drunk just like your aunt Yachty got a rifle like we going on a hunt [Verse 4: SenseiATL] This Bentley, ain't friendly That work is savvy b**h chase my like Chevy Finnesed her already Hit a f**ing lick and then I move f**ed your main b**h then I snooze Smoking on this dope, you can call me Carl Wheezer Looking hella icy I just came up out the freezer f**ed my money up catch me stroking through the check My shooter cold blooded like he came from Quebec