Correction Lyrics Shotta Flow (Extended) by NLE Choppa

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Part I

I wish everything I touch would turn to gold
NLE, you heard me?
Baby Mexico Choppa, man, Top Shotta
Baby Mexico Shotta, you heard me?
We finna talk our sh*t, you heard me?
YNR (Yeah)
Midas got a jugg, ayy (Yeah, yeah)

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 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 fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard
My n***as, they scammin', they swipin' them cards
I am so high that I'm talkin' 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
Chopper got a kick, call that sh*t Jet Li
Sauce Gang dripped up, what is your recipe?
Gon' get an F if a n***a try testin' me
Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
Hit the party fifty deep, nothin' but my shottas
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
Three-point-five 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 say that he gon' take somethin' 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 chopper got double-D titties
n***a, 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
Bet, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly

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
(Up from my hip, yeah)

Part II

Ayy, I'm finna go in there, you heard (Haha)
Yeah, yeah (Huh), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Huh)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, huh, yeah (Yeah)
Everything's chrome in the future!
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)

I hop on the beat and you know I’ma kill it
My n***a loose screws, you know that they drillin’
I run up my money, I love this feeling
Remember them days a n***a was stealin’
Hopped in the game, I got it on lock
My n***as got dope, they trap out they socks
The police pull up, we run from the narcs
We always on go, you know we don’t stop
Cherry on top when I aim with the beam
I’m burnin’ her head, no Charlie Sheen
My hoes, they grown, don't f**k with the teens
My b*t*h, she bad, boujee, and mean
Yeah, f**k that, get back on the sub
If a n***a diss me, them shots get to bustin’
I ain’t got time with all that fussin’
Soon as I see him, you know that he duckin’
Shoot up the spot and make him move out
Soon as he move, I find his house
Don’t f**k with the rats, don’t f**k with the mouse
If he snitch, put the gun in his mouth
He thought that we was playin'
'Til we pulled up with sticks, yeah (No cap)
Glizzy got a beam and it came with a d**k, yeah (No homo)
Choppa got a scope and it came with some tits, yeah (Yeah)
Don’t get f**ked up out your life, we shoot us a flick, yeah (Yeah)
Whenever we aim, you know we attack
Shoot through his stomach, it come out his back
My n***as, they bangin’ and ready to stack
Diss on the set, get put in a bag
We love the money, the drugs, the guns
I don’t ever beat ’cause I’m countin’ my funds
I’m always workin’, I don’t have fun
Before you diss me, know your pros and cons
Let’s have a shoot out, I’m ready to die
Face to face, eye to eye
The last thing that he saw was the fire
Put him on a tee, now he up in the sky
My killers outside, they don’t wanna be seen
They come in the show if you makin’ a scene
Choppa R. Kelly, let that b*t*h sing
How the f**k I'ma miss when I got me a beam?
I’m done, sike
I pull up to shoot, you pull up to fight
Shoot him in his leg, he beg for his life
Put one in his head like he was on Skype
Kick down the door (Yeah), b*t*h, get on the floor (The floor)
Where is the bread? ’Cause we need all the dough
Give me the cash (The cash), I came for the bag (The bag)
If he do somethin' sheisty, put one in his ass (Rrrah)
Shot

Part III

No way, Hozay

I might just K.O., the Perc' up in my Faygo
Run up on me wrong, turn his head into a bagel
On the opposition block, just like a Lego
I'm big homie, b*t*h, so you know that I got say-so

What you say?
Yeah, man, know what the f**k goin' on
NLE Choppa, n***a (b*t*h)
Shotta Flow 3 (Yeah)
n***a can get beat (Yeah), I don't f**k with the police (f**k 12, b*t*h, b*t*h)
f**k he talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
What I say? (Crip)
Ayy (Crip), yeah (Crip), yeah (Crip), yeah

Every show that I do, b*t*h, you know that I rock it (Huh?)
The mic' in my hand, but the Glock in my pocket (b*t*h)
These n***as keep dissin', I guess I'm the topic
These bullets gon' knock the knowledge out his noggin
It's Shotta Flow 3 and you know I'm a G
Beat my case, I ain't coppin' no plea
You say you a gangster, you say you a stepper
But you cooperated with police (On God)
Step back up then shoot my thunder
You ain't no boss, lil' n***a, you a runner (Yeah)
This b*t*h suckin' my d**k like a flavored cuc*mber (Ayy)
d**k all in her throat, I was touchin' her tonsils (Yeah)
Hit from the back, I was pullin' her hair and I ripped off her frontal (Yeah)
I'm pullin' his card, that n***a a b*t*h
I ride for my n***a like Morty and Rick (Yeah)
Can't step out the house unless I got my blick (That Glock)
You can get your ass shot like I'm takin' a pic'
My n***a Piru but I'm banging the C (The Crip)
If you coming for me, you get put on a tee
If you f**king with me, you gon' sow what you reap
Let out thirty some shots out the Glock 23
Ayy, I want all the green like I was a leaf
My gang in the party, we came for peace (Shotta)
Put chops on a opp so his ass got beat
He got his ass jumped by a hundred some feet (b*t*h)
My n***as, they steppin', I call them some troopers
You was shootin' at me, but you missed, you a blooper
And when I shot back, b*t*h, I hit, I'm a shooter
Big titties on a chopper like I'm working at Hooters
I'm on some boss sh*t, and I'm on some gang sh*t, you can get your ass stepped on
She calling me racist, she was dark skin, but I want a redbone
Put his name on this bullet, the trigger I pull it, you better order a headstone (Brrrr)
And now that boy head gone
b*t*h n***a, you a snitch
My n***as they vicious, b*t*h, I am a menace
And let's have a shootout like I'm in a scrimmage
Got dope in the lab like I was a chemist
Shot him in the teeth, they call me a dentist
Walk down on my opp, I ain't leavin' no witness
Shoot a hundred some shots, I won't stop 'til it finish
I break in your house like I came through the chimney
And I'm high as a b*t*h 'cause the Perc' in my Henny
Two .40's on my waist like I'm rocking some Fendi
b*t*h, I'm making sh*t shake like I'm doin' the shimmy
And she got a fat ass, but that b*t*h really skinny
And she suckin' my d**k, she in love with my Jimmy (Yeah)
John (b*t*h)
You talkin' 'bout bodies, I got me a ton (Ho)
And I'll get a n***a whacked while I'm kickin' cack
Smokin' on a pack and eating a honey bun

I might just K.O., the Perc' up in my Faygo (Faygo)
Run up on me wrong, turn his head into a bagel (A bagel)
On the opposition block just like a Lego (A Lego)
I'm big homie, b*t*h, so you know that I got say-so, yeah

Shotta sh*t, no politics
We shoot like Stojaković
Shotta Flow 3
Get your ass beat
b*t*h, I'm Grape Street
Yeah, I'm a Crip but I'll wipe a n***a nose
f**k is you sayin'?
Clatt
(Your ass retarded
Ayy, that was so bomb that I started dancin' in this ho
Girl, that ho so bomb, I started dancin' on my adlibs)

Part IV

Ayy, put the beam on my Glock for more accuracy
b*t*h, you know that I'm tough like a refugee (CashMoneyAP)
Boy, you know you get dead if you step to me (Brrt)
I was only 15 with a felony (Yeah, yeah)
Whole lotta opps so the party got wrecked (Ayy)
Big ass crip but it's blood on the set (Ayy)
Call the Glock Nike, put a n***a in check (Ayy)
How he gon' breathe when I shot him in the neck? (Ayy)
Check, the opps stay famous, I put 'em on TV (Brrt)
It's a house on my neck and it's filled with VV's (b*t*h)
I walked down on him and he didn't even see me (b*t*h)
Hollow tips in this Glock, these sh*ts is not BB's
I'm the only rapper that's down for a body (Down for a body)
I don't need the drugs, I don't need no Molly (Don't need no Molly)
b*t*h I'm EBK, I'll shoot everybody (Brrt, brrt)
I always got this gun, it's glued to my body
Shoot him in the hip if he turn into a runner (Ayy)
Gun in the park, it's like my n***a's name's Gunna (Ayy)
Catch him in the Buick, I'ma flip the old Honda (Ayy)
African shooters, I call 'em Wakanda (Ayy)
If he wanna do it, tell 'em I'm ready (I'm ready)
Knock out his brains, it look like spaghetti
Shoot at the cops like Corey Maggette (Yeah)
b*t*h, I'm Don Dada, my hair be dreaded
Hol' up, hol' up
I'm on a Perc' in this motherf**ka
Get dirty in this motherf**ka
Get put on a shirt in this motherf**ka
If a n***a want smoke, if a n***a want smoke
I'ma get his ass hurt in this motherf**ka
Big Drac' when I slide in a motherf**ka (Slide in a motherf**ka)
n***a playin', he dyin' in this motherf**ka (He dyin' in this motherf**ka)
If a n***a really want that sh*t, he can get that sh*t
Got the Glock on the hip, I'ma shoot that b*t*h (Dumbass)
AR-15 with the five-five-six
If a n***a want smoke, he gon' get dismissed (b*t*h)
I don't even gotta car, hundred K Audemar
You can see it on my wrist when a b*t*h gliss (Ice)
I'ma get better, I'm not gon' miss
Why the f**k you got a gun if you know you a b*t*h? Ayy
b*t*h, it's too deep, don't get in this water (b*t*h)
If we can't find him, we shoot at his daughter (Brrt)
I see that hate but you know I go harder (Yeah)
b*t*h, you my son, you know I'm a father (What?)
Demon, you can call me a gremlin (Huh?)
I want the smoke like a motherf**kin' chimney (A chimney)
You get shot in the mouth if you grinnin'
Shotta fam, extortion, we winnin'
Your homie a b*t*h, you can keep him (He a b*t*h)
My shooter a dawg like Latifa (Let's go)
Take a look in my eyes, I'm the reaper (You a b*t*h)
b*t*h, I really don't f**k with them people (I don't f**k with them people)
And these n***as be on Judgement Day with God, I bust at them people (I'm sorry)
b*t*h, you know I'm gon' shoot when I see you
If I was you, I wouldn't want to be you (I wouldn't wanna be you), yeah, yeah
Leave 'em unrecognized, running through homage
Get into a jam and you turn into an accomplice (Ayy)
Slammin' on the opps like a n***a Tim Duncan (Ayy, ayy)
I'ma come with a gun, I call it conjunction
b*t*h shaking heads, what the f**k is you doin'? (What you doin'?)
I ain't test hoes, but you know I'm pursuin' 'em
f**k with two hoes, I do it congruent
If you diss on my name, your life get ruined (Ayy)
Shoot him in the back, take him out like Ricky (Huh?)
Don't come too close 'cause I'm clutching my Blicky
Got a Glock .26 and it came with a titty (Brrt, brrt)
No biggie with the choppa, get to boppin' like Diddy (Brrt, brrt)
b*t*h, you not robbin' sh*t and I put that on Buddha (Brrt, brrt)
I used to be fine then I turned to the shoota (Brrt, brrt)
Extended the MAC, it look a ruler (Brrt, brrt)
I didn't wanna kill him but I had to change (Brrt)
We on a opp's ass, man, they want us to let up (They wanna let up)
White tee turned red, they thought I hit him with some ketchup (Hit him with some ketchup)
The body count keep risin', I done turned into the devil (Turned into the devil)
They know how we be slidin', b*t*h, I had to cop a rental (I got the rental)

Huh, yeah, f**kin' with me
f**kin' Shotta Flow 4, is you f**kin' with me?
Shotta Flow 4, is you f**kin' with me?
We keep them Glocks, and b*t*h, we tuckin' semi's

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