Correction Lyrics If X was on Shotta Flow by NLE Choppa

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Yeah
NLE, Top Shotta
Baby Mexico Choppa
Yeah, what we on, Blueface? How we comin'?
Yeah, yeah (Midas got a jugg, ayy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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 a 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 shootout, your gun was droppin'
You really a ho
You pull up, I let that b*t*h blow
And just like some tissue, we wipin' your nose
I was on stage with the strap at my show
If you play, I'ma blow, put a tag on your toe
Wet a n***a up, send him straight to the doctor
Two bullets in his chest, make the f**k n***a holler
I'm a big dog, Great Dane, n***a, you a toddler
B*t*h n***a, you my son, so that make me a father, 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 (Huh?)

All these n***as f**kin' hoes, ten toes, never fold
Pu**y n***a, snatch your soul out your shirt, actin' buff
Actin' up, actin' tough, just might get you fist f**ked
All that talk about runnin' up, still your boy, I'm runnin' up
My flow's acidic, I murder rap virgins with it
I'm swervin', flippin' the bird while I'm purgin' n***as
My words is bigger, matter of fact, my d**k bigger
The bigger the figure, the more they probably f**k n***as
I'll say it again
No, I don't wanna be friends with none of you f**kin' Aliens
I'm Predator, n***a, I batter you n***a, yo, matter of fact
I'm better than n***as, I'll battle you n***a, woo!

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 (Huh?)
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 sh*t, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby (Yeah)
And I'm with the sh*t, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, b*t*h (Yeah)

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 sh*t straight drop, lil' n***a, no cut)
Ayy, Tay, keep all that, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' n***a, no cut)
Yeah, yeah

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