Shotta Flow 3 - 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 shit, 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 shit like I’m Dennis

I started this shit, I’ma finish

Niggas 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, nigga?

What is you claimin'?

I am a beast, you cannot tame it

Don’t point a finger, this shit can get dangerous

These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin'

Ooh, he got money, I’m runnin' his wallet

You say you a killer, lil' nigga, stop it

In a shootout, your gun was droppin'

You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard

My niggas, 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', bitch, don’t sweat me

Chopper got a kick, call that shit Jet Li

Sauce Gang dripped up, what is your recipe?

Gon' get an F if a nigga try testin' me

Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala

Hit the party fifty deep, nothin' but my shottas

Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him

So many bullets, it confused the doctor

Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks

Fuck a headshot, I’ma shoot him in the back

Three-point-five rolled up in the Cack'

We don’t smoke reggie, this shit 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 bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle

Two bullets in your 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 chopper got double-D titties

Nigga, 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' nigga hold me

If he wanna run up on me, shoot him like Ginobili

And I’m with the shit, lil' homie, 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)

Keep all that, Tay, yeah (This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)

Ayy, Tay, keep all that, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' nigga, 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 nigga loose screws, you know that they drillin'

I run up my money, I love this feeling

Remember them days a nigga was stealin'

Hopped in the game, I got it on lock

My niggas 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 fuck with the teens

My bitch, she bad, boujee, and mean

Yeah, fuck that, get back on the sub

If a nigga 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 fuck with the rats, don’t fuck 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 dick, yeah (No homo)

Choppa got a scope and it came with some tits, yeah (Yeah)

Don’t get fucked 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 niggas, 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 bitch sing

How the fuck 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), bitch, 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, bitch, so you know that I got say-so

What you say?

Yeah, man, know what the fuck goin' on

NLE Choppa, nigga (Bitch)

Shotta Flow 3 (Yeah)

Nigga can get beat (Yeah), I don’t fuck with the police (Fuck 12, bitch, bitch)

Fuck he talkin' 'bout?

(Yeah)

What I say?

(Crip)

Ayy (Crip), yeah (Crip), yeah (Crip), yeah

Every show that I do, bitch, you know that I rock it (Huh?)

The mic' in my hand, but the Glock in my pocket (Bitch)

These niggas 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' nigga, you a runner (Yeah)

This bitch suckin' my dick like a flavored cucumber (Ayy)

Dick 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 nigga a bitch

I ride for my nigga 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 nigga Piru but I’m banging the C (The Crip)

If you coming for me, you get put on a tee

If you fucking 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 (Bitch)

My niggas, they steppin', I call them some troopers

You was shootin' at me, but you missed, you a blooper

And when I shot back, bitch, I hit, I’m a shooter

Big titties on a chopper like I’m working at Hooters

I’m on some boss shit, and I’m on some gang shit, 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

Bitch nigga, you a snitch

My niggas they vicious, bitch, 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 bitch 'cause the Perc' in my Henny

Two .40's on my waist like I’m rocking some Fendi

Bitch, I’m making shit shake like I’m doin' the shimmy

And she got a fat ass, but that bitch really skinny

And she suckin' my dick, she in love with my Jimmy (Yeah)

John (Bitch)

You talkin' 'bout bodies, I got me a ton (Ho)

And I’ll get a nigga 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, bitch, so you know that I got say-so, yeah

Shotta shit, no politics

We shoot like Stojaković

Shotta Flow 3

Get your ass beat

Bitch, I’m Grape Street

Yeah, I’m a Crip but I’ll wipe a nigga nose

Fuck 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

Bitch, 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 nigga 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 (Bitch)

I walked down on him and he didn’t even see me (Bitch)

Hollow tips in this Glock, these shits 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)

Bitch 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 nigga’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)

Bitch, I’m Don Dada, my hair be dreaded

Hol' up, hol' up

I’m on a Perc' in this motherfucka

Get dirty in this motherfucka

Get put on a shirt in this motherfucka

If a nigga want smoke, if a nigga want smoke

I’ma get his ass hurt in this motherfucka

Big Drac' when I slide in a motherfucka (Slide in a motherfucka)

Nigga playin', he dyin' in this motherfucka (He dyin' in this motherfucka)

If a nigga really want that shit, he can get that shit

Got the Glock on the hip, I’ma shoot that bitch (Dumbass)

AR-15 with the five-five-six

If a nigga want smoke, he gon' get dismissed (Bitch)

I don’t even gotta car, hundred K Audemar

You can see it on my wrist when a bitch gliss (Ice)

I’ma get better, I’m not gon' miss

Why the fuck you got a gun if you know you a bitch?

Ayy

Bitch, it’s too deep, don’t get in this water (Bitch)

If we can’t find him, we shoot at his daughter (Brrt)

I see that hate but you know I go harder (Yeah)

Bitch, you my son, you know I’m a father (What?)

Demon, you can call me a gremlin (Huh?)

I want the smoke like a motherfuckin' chimney (A chimney)

You get shot in the mouth if you grinnin'

Shotta fam, extortion, we winnin'

Your homie a bitch, you can keep him (He a bitch)

My shooter a dawg like Latifa (Let's go)

Take a look in my eyes, I’m the reaper (You a bitch)

Bitch, I really don’t fuck with them people (I don’t fuck with them people)

And these niggas be on Judgement Day with God, I bust at them people (I'm sorry)

Bitch, 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 nigga Tim Duncan (Ayy, ayy)

I’ma come with a gun, I call it conjunction

Bitch shaking heads, what the fuck is you doin'?

(What you doin'?)

I ain’t test hoes, but you know I’m pursuin' 'em

Fuck 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)

Bitch, you not robbin' shit 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', bitch, I had to cop a rental (I got the rental)

Huh, yeah, fuckin' with me

Fuckin' Shotta Flow 4, is you fuckin' with me?

Shotta Flow 4, is you fuckin' with me?

We keep them Glocks, and bitch, we tuckin' semi’s