Shotta Flow

  • 專輯:Shotta Flow
  • 發行:2019-01-17
  • 演唱:NLE Choppa
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis
I started this shit I'ma finish
Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image
Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
Extended clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
I knew that boy was a ho
Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'
What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot tame it
Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous
These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin'
Ooh, he got money I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a killer, lil' nigga stop it
In a shoot out your gun was droppin'
You really a fraud
You cannot stomp on his yard
My nigga they scammin', they swipin' them cards
I am so high that I'm talking' to stars
I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars
Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me
Choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li
Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe?
Don't get a F if a nigga try to testin' me
Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
Hit the party fifty deep, nun' but my shotta
Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him
So many bullets it confused the doctor
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back
3.5 rolled up in the cack
We don't smoke reggie, this shit called gas
I'm sticked up, like a blind man
I'm super hot, like a frying pan
He said that he gon' take some from me
Ayy, just know, he lyin' man
I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle
Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle
Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple
And if a nigga run up I'ma pop him like a pimple
Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50
Brand new choppa got double d titties
Niggas don't play me I don't get silly
Love all the beef like a southwest Philly, yeah
Yeah, love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeah
Ayy, bitch, love all the beef like a southwest deli
I might just OD, percs killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' nigga hol' me
If you wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili
And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
Bitch


      • 專輯:Shotta Flow
      • 發行:2019-01-17
      • 演唱:NLE Choppa
      字型
      作詞: 作曲:

      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
      I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
      I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis
      I started this shit I'ma finish
      Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image
      Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
      Extended clip long as a rope
      We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
      I knew that boy was a ho
      Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'
      What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'?
      I am a beast, you cannot tame it
      Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous
      These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin'
      Ooh, he got money I'm runnin' his wallet
      You say you a killer, lil' nigga stop it
      In a shoot out your gun was droppin'
      You really a fraud
      You cannot stomp on his yard
      My nigga they scammin', they swipin' them cards
      I am so high that I'm talking' to stars
      I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars
      Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me
      Choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li
      Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe?
      Don't get a F if a nigga try to testin' me
      Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
      Hit the party fifty deep, nun' but my shotta
      Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him
      So many bullets it confused the doctor
      Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
      Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back
      3.5 rolled up in the cack
      We don't smoke reggie, this shit called gas
      I'm sticked up, like a blind man
      I'm super hot, like a frying pan
      He said that he gon' take some from me
      Ayy, just know, he lyin' man
      I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle
      Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle
      Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple
      And if a nigga run up I'ma pop him like a pimple
      Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50
      Brand new choppa got double d titties
      Niggas don't play me I don't get silly
      Love all the beef like a southwest Philly, yeah
      Yeah, love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeah
      Ayy, bitch, love all the beef like a southwest deli
      I might just OD, percs killin' me slowly
      Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' nigga hol' me
      If you wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili
      And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
      And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
      Bitch

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