Correction Lyrics Shotta Chapter 1 by NLE Choppa

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Lyrics

Ayy, huh, yeah
(I don't even think y’all n***as ready)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
SGULL
(They not ready, bruh, Tay, they ready?)
Yeah, yeah
(Tay said "No")
What? Yeah
(Huh, huh)

Bullets hit a n***a up, like I'm playin' Pac-Man
Choppa got a kick back, leave him on a kick stand
N***a call me doo-doo, yeah, I’m the sh*t, man
N***a talkin' sh*t, so I fired on his b*t*h a**
Glock freeze him up, yeah
Call that freeze tag
Chopper leave him stuck, yeah
That's a glitch, man
If a n***a play, I'ma hit him broad day with the K
Make a n***a go, "Ah", yeah
Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah
F**kin' on another n***a bae, yeah
Make a n***a shake, earthquake, yeah
N***a, I'm real, you fake, yeah
I be totin' them glizzies, we love totin' guns
I do it for real, you do it for fun
When an opp see me, you know they gon’ run
I hang out the window, shoot sh*t like LeBron
You know that I hit ’em, I had to get 'em
They thought I was bowlin’, I had to split 'em
7.62, cut him down the middle
Cookin' him up like a f**kin' McGriddle
Saw me in the game
And you know that I’ma score, b*t*h
Pull up with the gang, twist your finger, make it bang
To be honest, I'm an animal, I can't be tamed
Bullets fallin' out the sky, let that b*t*h rain
2-3 shots, take him out with a bang
Back in the summer, I didn't have a name
Now she suck on my d**k while my balls be hangin'
Damn, lil Choppa, she say that you slangin'
Hit from the back, have her changin' language

Huh, huh?
(*Ringer*)
What the f**k?
B*t*h, stop calling my phone!

I hit her one time then I leave her alone
I know I'm not right, 'cause I'm doin' her wrong
Just like a dog, I just wanna bone
We makin' 'em serve, we serve in a cone
I'm a real n***a, you cannot clone
I'm cold with this sh*t like my first name was stone
I'm still a menace (Huh?), wait (What the f**k?)
I am a devil, whole other level
I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable
She eatin' my d**k like that b*t*h is an edible
I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable
She eatin' my d**k like that b*t*h is an edible
I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable
She eatin' my d**k like that b*t*h is an edible
Back in 8th grade, I was lame, I was boostin'
Now I'm up in high school gettin' head from my tutor
Used to be a fighter, graduated to a shooter
Shoot him in the head, I'm tryna knock out his noodles
I'm a big dog, little n***a, you a poodle
I sell a b*t*h a dream like my name Young Ruler
Pop off, like I'm Martin Luther
Bullets bless him, that's a hallelujah

Hrrrrr
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
(They shootin')
Slatt, slatt
(Choppa)

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