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yle choppa - shotta flow lyrics

{intro]
i wish everything i touch would turn to gold
yle, you heard me?
baby mexico choppa, man, top shotta
baby mexico shotta, you heard me?
we finna talk our sh+t, you heard me?
yle(yeah)
midas got a jugg, ayy (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
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 hе had him a cold
i knew that boy was a ho
pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin’
what is your sеt, n+gga? what is you claimin’?
i am a beast, you cannot tame it
don’t point a 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 shootout, your gun was droppin’
you really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard
my n+ggas, 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’, b+tch, don’t sweat me
chopper got a kick, call that sh+t jet li
sauce gang dripped up, what is your recipe?
gon’ get an f if a n+gga try testin’ me
whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
hit the party fifty deep, nothin’ but my shottas
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
three+point+five 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 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 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 chopper got double+d titties
n+gga, don’t play me, i don’t get silly
love all the beef like a southwest philly, yeah
[interlude]
yeah, love all the beef like a southwest philly, yeah, ayy
bet, love all the beef like a southwest philly

[verse 2]
i might just od, percs k!llin’ me slowly
feelin’ like i’m kobe, can’t nan’ n+gga hold me
if he wanna run up on me, shoot him 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, b+tch (yeah)

[outro]
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 sh+t straight drop, lil’ n+gga, no cut)
ayy, tay, keep all that, keep all that (straight drop, lil’ n+gga, no cut)
yeah, yeah
(up from my hip, yeah)

- yle choppa lyrics

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