Correction Lyrics Shotta Flow (Remix) by NLE Choppa

Featuring(s) : DABABY

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Lyrics

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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