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nle choppaaa – shotta flow 4 lyrics

i wish everything i touch would turn to gold
nle, you heard me
baby mexico choppa man, top shotta
baby mexico shotta
we finna talk our sh-t, you heard me
why not? yeah
yeah, 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-ggas 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 hoe
pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin’
what is your set, n-gga? what is you claimin’?
i am a beast, you cannot tame it
don’t point the finger, this sh-t can get dangerous
these n-ggas hatin’, these n-ggas plottin’
ooh, he got money i’m runnin’ his wallet
you say you a k!ller, lil’ n-gga stop it
in a shoot out your gun was droppin’
you really a fraud
you cannot stomp on his yard
my n-gga they scammin’, they swipin’ them cards
i am so high that i’m talking’ to stars
i’m gone off them jiggas, i’m poppin’ them bars
don’t mind my pimpin’, b-tch, don’t sweat me
choppa got a kick, call that sh-t jet li
sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe?
don’t get a f if a n-gga try to testin’ me
whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
hit the party fifty deep, nun’ but my shotta
n-gga tried me so you know i had to pop him
so many bullets it confused the doctor
whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
f-ck a headshot, i’ma shoot him in the back
3.5 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 said that he gon’ take some from me
ayy, just know, he lyin’ man
i’ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle
your b-tch suckin’ d-ck like a kool-aid pickle
two bullets in your chest, that’s a nipple
and if a n-gga 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 t-tties
n-ggas 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 deli, yeah
ayy, b-tch, love all the beef like a southwest deli
i might just od, percs k!llin’ me slowly
feelin’ like i’m kobe, can’t ner’ n-gga hol’ me
if he wanna run up on me, shoot ’em like gin0bili
and i’m with the sh-t lil’ homie, yeah, like i’m toby, yeah
and i’m with the sh-t lil’ homie, yeah, like i’m toby, yeah
b-tch!
finna ad-lib, keep all that
(like a school shooter, like i’m toby, yeah)
keep all that tay, yeah (huh, huh)
(this sh-t straight drop, lil’ n-gga, no cut)
ayy tay, keep all that
(straight drop, lil’ n-gga, no cut)
keep all that, yeah, yeah
(up from my hip, yeah)
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
coupe got the missing roof, your boo came up missing too
poof, i just stoled your boo, now ooh, she gon’ eat the crew
bread up in the gang, you would think that bagg was comin’ through
smile in my face but like a plastic bag i see through you
tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up
yeah you f-cked ’em up with this one tay keith (hah, hah, hah)
you got blocboy jb, tay keith produced it (word, word, word, word, word)
that cash talk, money long
shows getting booked (chopper fired at a motherf-cker’s dome)
hoes getting took (and if he playin’, man he still won’t make it home)
whole lot of bloc nation block n-ggas in your -ss (ayy what you on cuz?)
riding in the motherf-cking rover (skrrt, skrrt)
n-gga talkin’ down, i don’t know ya (huh?)

- nle choppaaa lyrics

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