Shotta Flow 3 - NLE Choppa

You know what the fuck goin' on NLE motherfuckin' Choppa The Top Shotta, you hear me? I stand on top of shit We doin' this shit, ayy (go get him, go) I whip the pack like Ike and Tina, I just copped me a Bimmer (a Bimmer) Used to ride in steamers (steamer), I'm hot as jalapeños Bitch, I'm sellin' out arenas (I'm sellin' 'em out) They say, "He entertain us" (entertain) And if you try to tame us, I bet we leave you stained up (ayy) Whole lotta sticks in the house, it's a gun show Bullets get him wet like a motherfuckin' poncho I'on think none of y'all niggas want gun smoke Don't second guess this shit, I'm gon' blow (pussy) Whole lotta shots when it come out the Drac' Chop a nigga up, then put him in the lake (brrt) Shiesty young nigga, they call me a snake Ayy, fuck all that, Trick, shoot 'em in the face Send a hit at five, he was dead by six (by six) Got shot seven times, but the eighth shot missed Nine shots in the clip, could've sworn it was ten Didn't fuck with 12, I was 11 again I need me a trophy, the best to sin You niggas ain't straight, y'all lesbians And fuck your dead homie, I'll say it again If he come back to life, he dead again Try to fight me, he gon' fight for his life (bitch) Swing with what? I'ma swing with the pipe (He's not cherishin' it), ayy, take his life Straitjacket music, I belong in asylum Felonies and felonies, this what they keep on sellin' me (yeah, yeah) This recipe is deadly, see, I be drippin' like relish be (ayy, ayy) Shoot him in the head, shoulda had on a hard hat (ayy) We finish the beef as soon as you start that (ayy) Bitch, I shoot first, why the fuck would I spark back? If you really a thug, let me see where your heart at (ayy) If I say catch a body, lil' nigga, you catchin' it? If I tell you run off, is you really finessin' it? (Ayy) If I give you a brick, are you gon' sell that shit? (Ayy) If you get in a jam, are you gon' start tellin' shit? Where is the smoke? 'Cause bitch, I'm inhalin' it Just like the army, we got some artillery Can they free my dawgs? I'm being sincerely 'Nother 'opp died, a nigga like, "Seriously?" (damn, another one?) Nigga, we shot him, and then we killed his brother, damn We might as well get the mother Nigga say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em If my brothers don't like him, I don't Somebody tell him he in trouble I paid too much for my motherfuckin' guns for me to scuffle Gangster young nigga, I feel like Gucci (Gucci) Fucked her so hard, left blood on her coochie Made her said, "Ooh" put my thumb in her booty I'll be damned, this dumb ass hoe just pooted Who ain't with the murder? Lil' nigga, I kill That night he died, that was my idea Told my niggas slide, make sure he don't live But that's a lil' secret, just keep it concealed My metal a MAC and I bet I attack It's a hundred, some shots in this gat, so get back He thought I was lyin', that shit was a fact Got shot in his spine, but you watchin' his back (Nigga say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em) Fuck you talkin' 'bout?, haha (Strait, straitjacket music, I belong in asylum) Fuck a nigga, what a nigga, fuck a nigga mean? (Nigga say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em) Know what I'm sayin'? Haha (Strait, strait, straitjacket music, I belong in asylum) NLE Top Shotta, bitch Fuck you talkin' 'bout?

Yeah, yeah, huh? Yeah Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson Keep my weapon (yeah), heavy weapon (yeah, yeah, yeah) Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson (huh?) Keep my weapon, heavy weapon Book a flight to Dubai on the weekend (huh?) Bitch I'm geekin', bitch I'm piped up Tote weapons (huh?), keep my weapon Pimp a broke bitch, made that bitch rich (rich) Mac-11 on me, yeah we tote them poles (huh?) Dirty Sprite, yeah I dropped a fuckin' bean (bean) Walked inside the crib, two bad bitches on my bed (huh?) Chain swangin' off my neck, bitch is breakin' neck (ugh) I just threw a Xan, asked your bitch she dropped the split Hop up in that foreign, hop up in that Lexus (skrt, skrt) Hop up in the foreign, hop up in Mercedes (skrt, skrt) Ten grand for a show, runnin' up that stack (racks) Yeah your bitch, yeah she want me for some cash (cash) She don't wanna leave me 'lone Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson Keep my weapon (yeah), heavy weapon (yeah, yeah, yeah) Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson (huh?) Keep my weapon, heavy weapon Book a flight to Dubai on the weekend (huh?) Bitch I'm geekin, bitch I'm piped up Tote weapons (huh?), keep my weapon Fiji water, diamonds all up in my chains Fiji water, diamonds all up in my rings (rings) Diamonds shine like blang, we just hit a stain (huh?) Riding in the Range, Range Rover, now she quick to bendin' over Hoe don't walk up in my face if I can't talk to you Hoe don't walk up in my face if I can't take you home Hoe don't walk up in my face if I can't bend you over Now we spending cash, on some fuckin' jeans Saint Laurent jeans Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson Keep my weapon (yeah), heavy weapon (yeah, yeah, yeah) Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson (huh?) Keep my weapon, heavy weapon Book a flight to Dubai on the weekend (huh?) Bitch I'm geekin', bitch I'm piped up Tote weapons (huh?), keep my weapon