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nle choppa - shotta flow 98 lyrics

[intro]
no way, hozay

[chorus]
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, b-tch, so you know that i got say-so

[interlude]
what you say?
yeah, man, know what the f-ck goin’ on
nle choppa, n-gga (b-tch)
shotta flow 3 (yeah)
n-gga can get beat (yeah), i don’t f-ck with the police (f-ck 12, b-tch, b-tch)
f-ck he talkin’ ’bout? (yeah)
what i say? (crip)
ayy (crip), yeah (crip), yeah (crip), yeah

[verse]
every show that i do, b-tch, you know that i rock it (huh?)
the mic’ in my hand, but the glock in my pocket (b-tch)
these n-ggas 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’ n-gga, you a runner (yeah)
this b-tch suckin’ my d-ck like a flavored cuc-mber (ayy)
d-ck 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 n-gga a b-tch
i ride for my n-gga like morty and rick (yeah)
can’t step out the house unless i got my bl!ck (that glock)
you can get your -ss shot like i’m takin’ a pic’
my n-gga piru but i’m banging the c (the crip)
if you coming for me, you get put on a tee
if you f-cking 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 -ss got beat
he got his -ss jumped by a hundred some feet (b-tch)
my n-ggas, they steppin’, i call them some troopers
you was shootin’ at me, but you missed, you a blooper
and when i shot back, b-tch, i hit, i’m a shooter
big t-tties on a chopper like i’m working at hooters
i’m on some boss sh-t, and i’m on some gang sh-t, you can get your -ss 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
b-tch n-gga, you a snitch
my n-ggas they vicious, b-tch, 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 t–th, 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 b-tch ’cause the perc’ in my henny
two .40’s on my waist like i’m rocking some fendi
b-tch, i’m making sh-t shake like i’m doin’ the shimmy
and she got a fat -ss, but that b-tch really skinny
and she suckin’ my d-ck, she in love with my jimmy (yeah)
john (b-tch)
you talkin’ ’bout bodies, i got me a ton (ho)
and i’ll get a n-gga whacked while i’m kickin’ cack
smokin’ on a pack and eating a honey bun

[chorus]
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, b-tch, so you know that i got say-so, yeah

[outro]
shotta sh-t, no politics
we shoot like stojaković
shotta flow 3
get your -ss beat
b-tch, i’m grape street
yeah, i’m a crip but i’ll wipe a n-gga nose
f-ck is you sayin’?
clatt

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