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Shotta Flow

NLE Choppahuatong
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Intro

I wish everything I

touch would turn to gold

NLE, you heard me?

Baby Me ico Choppa, man, Top Shotta

Baby Me ico Shotta, you heard me?

We finna talk our shit, you heard me?

YNR (Yeah)

Midas got a jugg, ayy (Yeah, yeah)

Verse 1

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I am a menace, keep me

a rack just like tennis

I'm with the s t 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

E tended 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 a finger, this

s t 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 shootout, your gun was droppin'

You really a fraud, you

cannot stomp on this yard

My niggas, they scammin',

they swipin' them cards

I am so high that I'm talkin' to stars

I'm gone off them jiggas,

I'm poppin' them bars

Don't mind my pimpin',

bitch, don't sweat me

Chopper got a kick,

call that s t Jet Li

Sauce Gang dripped up,

what is your recipe?

Gon' get an F if a n a try testin' me

Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala

Hit the party fifty deep,

nothin' but my shottas

n a tried me so you

know I had to pop him

So many bullets, it confused the doctor

Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks

F k a headshot, I'ma

shoot him in the back

Three point five rolled up in the Cack'

We don't smoke reggie,

this s t called gas

I'm sticked up like a blind man

I'm super hot like a frying pan

He say that he gon'

take somethin' from me

Ayy, just know, he lyin', man

I'ma up from my hip then

blow like a whistle

Your b h suckin' d k

like a Kool Aid pickle

Two bullets in your

chest, that's a n e

And if a n a run up,

I'ma pop him like a pimple

Get rich or die tryin',

I'm feelin' like 50

Brand new chopper got double D titties

Nigga, don't play me, I don't get silly

Love all the beef like a

Southwest Philly, yeah

Interlude

Yeah, love all the beef like

a Southwest Philly, yeah, ayy

Bet, love all the beef

like a Southwest Philly

Verse 2

I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly

Feelin' like I'm Kobe,

can't nan' n a hold me

If he wanna run up on me,

shoot him 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, b h (Yeah)

Outro

Finna ad lib, keep all that

(Like I'm Toby, yeah, yeah)

(Like a school shooter named Toby, yeah)

Keep all that, Tay, yeah (This s t

straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)

Ayy, Tay, keep all that, keep all that

(Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)

Yeah, yeah

(Up from my hip, yeah)

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