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nle choppa - shotta flow 9 lyrics

(cashmoneyap)
yeah, yeah, yeah (mmm)
shotta flow 6
(kio, kio)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
said i was done, i’m back at it again
back in the car, we spinnin’ the bin (brrt)
slide to your man, i’ma shoot at your friend (shoot at your friend)
knock him down and then we do it again (do it again)
glock automatic, i change the pin (change the pin)
pull up carjackin’, we change the vin (change the vin)
don’t give a f+ck which lane you in (yup)
knuck if you buck, knock the brain out your skin (yup)
tell ’em get low like we doin’ limbo (brrt)
’cause i’m steppin’ fo’ sho’ (brrt)
you get hit in your throat
never aimin’ at your motherf+ckin’ toe
that’s where the tag go when i up the scope (brrt)
asking my bro is he puffin’ on dro
he was tellin’ me, “no, it’s the n+gga we smoked” (brrt)
i didn’t know until i seen the ghost, so i called up ghostbusters and sold ’em a bow (brrt)
d+ck in her mouth, she keep gaggin’ and suckin’ (gaggin’ and suckin’)
nut on her cheeks, she was laughin’ and blushin’ (laughin’ and blushin’)
grabbing my heat, i be clutchin’ for nothing (clutchin’ for nothing)
crash out elite, get to uppin’ in public (uppin’ in public)
big .223 told my n+gga to tuck it
and when i tell you, “bust it,” you better start bustin’ (brr+brr+brrt)
i saw a witness, but i’m yellin’, “f+ck it” (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i started untucking and got me a bucket
assaulted cop when a n+gga was seven
when i turned eleven, i turned to a felon (ayy, ayy)
my n+gga was snakin’, i knew i could smell it
when i’m feelin’ threatened, i turn into melly (ayy)
#freemelly (melly)
one pop, we pop, we made him drop
we spinned his block (come here, come here)
stand over tops (come here, come here)
we never stop until our glock go, “pop, pop, pop” (let’s go, let’s go, brrt)
haha, cl!ck
ayy, n+gga you know that i hit (what?)
i was up close when i splitted his sh+t (splitted his sh+t)
banged the jit, then banged his b+tch (banged his b+tch)
hunnid on it, no aim and sh+t (no aim and sh+t)
barrel burning, no coolant kit (no coolant kit)
my wax, no claiming it (no claiming it)
mc with the hammer, i’m too legit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i got a b+tch and she really too thick (what?)
she be throwing her fits when she ain’t getting d+ck (what?)
really making me sick, but she do that one trick (what?)
when she split on that d+ck, got me cumming so quick (ayy, ayy)
and she suck like a tick (ayy, ayy)
and her throat like a crick (ayy, ayy)
got me hard as a brick, so i shot me a fl!ck (yeah, yeah)
ayy, she my dawg like vick
ayy, do what i say, sensei (like sensei)
yeah, yeah, these n+ggas police, they just be undercover
know how that be, it can be your own brother (f+ck ’em)
got in the gutter, start singing like usher
but we let it burn like you f+ck with no rubber (yeah)
we let it burn like you f+ck with no jimmy
my name holdin’ weight, but a n+gga be skinny
i’m shiesty like pooh, but i’m not talkin’ winnie
shoot at your committee
i’m talkin’ no kizzy (hehehe)
yeah, no kizzy (no kizzy)
ayy, spin on the block ’til a n+gga get dizzy (brrt)
i make ’em take a seat like he was with wendy (brrt)
catch him at breakfast, i catch him at the club
like dj envy, give him shots of henny (shots of henny)
how many shots?
i don’t know, gave him plenty
i left that boy tipsy, you shouldn’t offend me (brrt)
fall in the party, i got the b+tch movin’ (got the b+tch movin’)
all in the crowd with my motherf+ckin’ jewelry (motherf+ckin’ jewelry)
reach and i get me a trial and a jury (trial and jury)
know i’m a rapper, i’m also security (also security)
lil’ uzi tucked up in my amiri’s (in my amiri’s)
f+ckin’ a groupie she screamin’ out period (out period)
b+tch was too wet ’cause i knocked on her period (knocked on her period)
she said it’s the d+ck for me, period (period)
greatest to do it, need to bring me a trophy (what?)
know that i’m gangster, but act like a yogi (what?)
say you a k!ller, well n+gga come show me (what? come here)
started approachin’, then he did aerobics (brrt)
so much cheese on me, i’m getting loaded (ayy)
put the squeeze on him, i left him bloated (ayy)
she better on her knee, i won’t sugarcoat it (ayy, ayy)
she want the side piece but got a promotion (ayy)
glock or the draco (draco)
boy you better lay low (lay low)
pop+out when the case over (case over)
pop+out when the case closed (case closed)
wonder where his face go (where his face go?)
give that boy a halo (ha+lo)
my shooter off the meds, he be tweakin’ if i say so (what? yeah)
b+tch (come here)
[outro]
n+gga
ayy, six, n+gga (brrt)
yeah, b+tch (hahaha)
ayy, said i was done, i’m back at it again (keep all that)
back in the car (keep all that), we spinnin’ the binyou know what the f+ck goin’ on
nle motherf+ckin’ choppa
the top shotta, you hear me?
i stand on top of sh+t
we doin’ this sh+t, ayy (go get him, go)

[verse]
i whip the pack like ike and tina, i just copped me a bimmer (a bimmer)
used to ride in steamers (steamer), i’m hot as jalapeños
b+tch, i’m sellin’ out arenas (i’m sellin’ ’em out), they say, “he entertain us” (entertain)
and if you try to tame us, i bet we leave you stained up (ayy)
whole lotta sticks in the house, it’s a gun show
bullets get him wet like a motherf+ckin’ poncho
i don’t think none of y’all n+ggas want gun smoke
don’t second guess this sh+t, i’m gon’ blow (p+ssy)
whole lotta shots when it come out the drac’
chop a n+gga up, then put him in the lake (brrt)
shiesty young n+gga, they call me a snake
ayy, f+ck all that, dreek, shoot ’em in the face
send a hit at five, he was dead by six (by six)
got shot seven times, but the eighth shot missed
nine shots in the clip, could’ve sworn it was ten
didn’t f+ck with 12, i was eleven again
i need me a trophy, the best to sin
you n+ggas ain’t straight, y’all lesbians
and f+ck your dead homie, i’ll say it again
if he come back to life, he dead again
try to fight me, he gon’ fight for his life (b+tch)
swing with what? i’ma swing with the pipe
(he’s not cherishin’ it), ayy, take his life
straitjacket music, i belong in the psych
felonies and felonies, this what they keep on sellin’ me (yeah, yeah)
this recipe is deadly, see, i be drippin’ like relish be (ayy, ayy)
shoot him in the head, shoulda had on a hard hat (ayy)
we finish the beef as soon as you start that (ayy)
b+tch, i shoot first, why the f+ck would i spark back?
if you really a thug, let me see where your heart at (ayy)
if i say catch a body, lil’ n+gga, you catchin’ it?
if i tell you run off, is you really finessin’ it? (ayy)
if i give you a brick, are you gon’ sell that sh+t? (ayy)
if you get in a jam, are you gon’ start tellin’ sh+t?
where is the smoke? ’cause b+tch, i’m inhalin’ it
just like the army, we got some artillery
can they free my dawgs? i’m being sincerely
‘nother opp died, a n+gga like, “seriously?” (d+mn, another one?)
n+gga, we shot him, and then we k!lled his brother, d+mn
we might as well get the mother
he say he don’t like doing drills, i love ’em
if my brother don’t like him, i don’t
somebody tell him he in trouble
i paid too much for my motherf+ckin’ guns for me to scuffle
gangster young n+gga, i feel like gucci (gucci)
f+cked her so hard, left blood on her coochie
made her said, “ooh,” put my thumb in her booty
i’ll be d+mned, this dumb ass ho just pooted
who ain’t with the murder? lil’ n+gga, i k!ll
that night he died, that was my idea
told my n+ggas slide, make sure he don’t live
but that’s a lil’ secret, just keep it concealed
my metal a mac and i bet i attack
it’s a hundred+some shots in this gat, so get back
he thought i was lyin’, that sh+t was a fact
got shot in his spine, but you watchin’ his back
[outro]
(he say he don’t like doing drills, i love ’em)
f+ck you talkin’ ’bout, haha
(strait, straitjacket music, i belong in the psych)
f+ck a n+gga, what a n+gga, f+ck a n+gga mean? (he say he don’t like doing drills, i love ’em)
know what i’m sayin’? haha
(strait, strait, straitjacket music, i belong in the psych, straitjacket music, i belong in the psych)
nle top shotta, b+tch
f+ck you talkin’ ’bout?

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