Correction Lyrics Shotta Shotta Canyon (Choppa Kart) by NLE Choppa

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Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the sh*t like I'm Dennis
I started this sh*t I'ma finish
N***as 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, n***a? What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot tame it
Don't point the finger, this sh*t can get dangerous
These n***as hatin', these n***as plottin'
Ooh, he got money I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a killer, lil' n***a stop it
In a shoot out your gun was droppin'
You really a fraud

You cannot stomp on his yard
My n***a 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', b*t*h, don't sweat me
Choppa got a kick, call that sh*t Jet Li
Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe?
Don't get a F if a n***a try to testin' me
Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
Hit the party fifty deep, nun' but my shotta
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
3.5 rolled up in the cack
We don't smoke reggie, this sh*t 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 b*t*h suckin' d**k like a Kool-Aid pickle
Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple
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 choppa got double d t**ties
N***as 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 philly, yeah
Ayy, b*t*h, love all the beef like a southwest philly

I might just OD, percs killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' n***a hol' me
If you wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili
And I'm with the sh*t lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
And I'm with the sh*t lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
B*t*h!

(Like I'm Toby, yeah)
Finna ad-lib, keep all that
(Like a school shooter, named Toby, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep all that Tay, yeah
(Huh, huh)
(This sh*t straight drop, lil' n***a, no cut)
Ayy Tay, keep all that
(Straight drop, lil' n***a, no cut)
Keep all that, yeah, yeah
(Up from my hip, yeah)

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