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Shotta Flow (Remix)
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NLE Choppa
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Ha! The first n***a play, I'ma body a n***a (Ha) I just checked my balance I'll probably pull up to your hood And come buy me a n***a (No cap) You know that your ho told you that n***a crazy Don't think that she lied to you, n***a (B*t*h) Get caught with your ho when I'm poppin' 'em both Now they high just like Bobby and Whitney (Haa) Say I'm the goat, act like I don't know But f**k it, I'm obviously winnin' Don't make me go hit the bank and take out a hundred To show you our pockets are different (Ha) I'm out with your b*t*h and I only want knowledge She got a lil' mileage, I'm chillin' (Uh) You disrespect me and I'll beat your a** up All in front of your partners and children (Ahh, ahh) I'm the type to let a n***a think that I'm broke Until I pop out with a million (I pop) Take 20K and put that on your head And makе one of your partners come kill you (Yеah) Say he f**kin' with me then he gotta grow up 'Cause this n***a gotta be kiddin' (Kiddin') This sh*t, it can't fit in my pocket I got it, like I hit the lottery, n***a (Hot, hot, hot) Opp, I'll slap the sh*t out a n***a No talkin', I don't like to argue with n***as (I don't) Ain't gon' be no more laughin' You see me whip out 'cause I'm gon' be done shot me a n***a (No cap) I don't follow no b*t*hes on IG But all of your b*t*hes, they follow a n***a (Ha) And that lil' n***a ain't gon' shoot sh*t with that gun He just pull it out in his pictures (B*t*h, uh) Hah Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh) She like how I smell, cologne (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 t**ties N***a, don't play me, I don't get silly Love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah Blueface, baby Yeah, yeah, aight B*t*h, I'm a Loc, MAC with the scope I am big homie, one phone call, they go Pick the wrong side, Glock put him courtside Now he watchin' it shoot from the floor Ooh, hold up, hold up, hold up, let me switch the flow Choppa got a chopper, make a wrong move, bet he pop ya B*t*h call me daddy, b*t*h call me papa That boy bologna, b*t*h, I'm vegan You know if I hit it, then it was on camera Hopped off the bus, then I hopped in a Porsche (Panamera) On Forgis, sittin' on a four piece With a biscuit I play with fire, sometimes I burn bridges Bet you ain't never met a n***a love swimmin' Pull up like Tracy McGrady from the Pistons Gotta keep a pistol for a f**k n***a dissin' Bet this chopper make him dance like a disco
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