Shotta Flow Songtext
von NLE Choppa

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 shi′, you heard me?
YNR, yeah (M-Midas got a jugg, ay) yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a menace, keep me a rack ju' like tennis, I′m with the shit like I'm Dennis
I started this shit (yeah), I'ma finish (huh), niggas be hatin′ (huh), tryna blemish my image (huh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope, extended clip long as a rope (yeah)
We wipe his nose (huh), ju′ like he had him a cold, I knew that boy was a ho (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, huh)

Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin', what is yo′ set, nigga? What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot tame it, don′t point a finger, this shit can get dangerous (ay-ay, ay-ay)
These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin′, ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a killer (huh), lil′ nigga, stop it, in a shootout, yo′ gun was droppin' (huh, huh)

You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard, my nigga, they scammin′, they swipin' ′em cards
I am so high that I'm talkin′ to stars, I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin′ them bars (uh, huh, huh, huh, yeah)
Don′t mind my pimpin', bitch, don′t sweat me, choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li
Sauce Gang dripped up, what is yo' recipe? Gon′ get an F if a nigga try testin' me


Whole lotta money (huh), whole lotta guala (yeah), hit the party 50 deep, nothin′ but my shottas (huh, huh, what?)
Nigga tried me, so you know I had to pop him (boom), so many bullets, it confused the doctor (boom-boom, boom-boom)
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks, fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back
3.5 rolled up in the Cack', we don′t smoke reggie, this shit called gas

I′m sticked up like a blind man (huh), I'm super hot like a fryin′ pan (like a, uh-uh)
He say that he gon' take somethin′ from me, ay, just know, he lyin', man (what? What? What? Yeah)
I′ma up from my hip, then blow like a whistle (huh), yo' bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle
Two bullets in yo′ chest, that′s a nipple, and if a nigga run up, I'ma pop him like a pimple
Get rich or die tryin′, I'm feelin′ like 50, brand-new choppa got double-D titties (yeah)
Nigga, don't play me, I don′t get silly (huh), love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah (huh, yeah)

Yeah (huh), love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah-yeah, ay
Bet, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly (yeah)

I might just OD (O), Percs killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I′m Kobe (Kobe), can′t none nigga hold me
If he wanna run up on me, shoot him like Ginobili
And I'm with the shit, lil′ homie (huh, yeah), yeah, like I'm Toby (yeah)
And I′m with the shit, lil' homie, yeah, like I′m Toby, bitch (yeah)

Finna ad-lib, keep all that (like I'm Toby, yeah, yeah)
(Like a school shooter named Toby, yeah) yeah, yeah-yeah
Keep all that, Tay, yeah (huh, huh, this shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut), yeah-yeah
Ay, Tay, keep all that, keep all that (straight drop, lil′ nigga, no cut) yeah, yeah
(Up from my hip, yeah)