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Shotta Flow 5

Shotta Flow 5

NLE Choppa

作詞 Bryson Potts/Courageous Xavier Herrera/Harald Hjermann Sørebø

作曲 Bryson Potts/Courageous Xavier Herrera/Harald Hjermann Sørebø

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You know what the fuck going on NLE muhfuckin' Choppa The Top Shotta, you hear me? I stand on top of shit We doin' this shit (Go, get him, go) Ay I whip the pat like a container, I just copped me a Beamer (A Beam) Used to ridin' steamers (Steam), I'm hot as jalapeños Bitch, I'm sellin' out arenas (I'm sellin' out), they say he entertain us (Entertain) Then 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 (Brr, brr) Bullets get him wet like a motherfuckin' poncho (Brr, brr) I don't think none of y'all niggas want gun smoke Don't second guess this shit, I'm gon' blow (Pussy) Whole lotta shots when they come out the Drac' Chop a nigga up, then put him in the lake (Brrt) Shots, see a nigga, they call him a snake Ayy, fuck all that, Trick, shoot 'em in the face Send the hit and the fire, he was dead by six (By six) Got shot seven times but the eighth shot missed Nine shots in the clip, coulda swore that it was ten (Yeah, yeah) Didn't fuck with 12, I was eleven again (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I need me a trophy, the best to send You niggas ain't straight, y'all lesbians And fuck your dead homie, I say it again If he come back to life, he dead again Try to find me, he gon' fight for his life (Bitch) Swing with what?, I'ma swim' with the pipe (He's not cherishin' ya) I take his life, straight jacket music, I belong in asylum Felonies and felonies, they're what they keep on sellin' me (Yeah, yeah) This recipe is deadly, see I be drippin' like relish me (Yeah, yeah) Ayy, ayy, shoot him in the head, shoulda had on the hard hat 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 out, 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 I free my dawgs, I'm being sincerely? Another opp died, the nigga, like seriously? Damn, another one? Nigga, we shot him, and then we killed his brother Damn, we 'bout to go get the money You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em If my brother don't like them, I don't Somebody tell him he in trouble I paid too much for my mothafuckin' guns for me to scuffle Gotcha young nigga, I feel like Gucci Fuck so hard, left blood all on the coochie Money said, "Ooh," put my thumb in the booty I be damned, this dumbass ho just pooped it Who ain't with the murder, lil' nigga, I killed him That night he died, that was my idea Hope my niggas slide, make sure he won't live But this a lil' secret, they keep it concealed My metal a MAC and I bet I attack It's a hunnid somethin' 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 (You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em) Fuck you tal'm 'bout, haha (Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum) Fuck they gon' do, fuck they thinkin', ayy (You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em) You know what I'm sayin'? (Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum) Uh, uh, lil' Top Shoota, uh, uh, lil' Top Shotta, bitch Fuck you talkin' about
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