Shotta Flow 5

Lyrics

You know what the fuck goin' on
 NLE motherfuckin' Choppa
 The Top Shotta, you hear me?
 I stand on top of shit
 We doin' this shit, ayy (go get him, go)
 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 jalapeƱos
 Bitch, 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 motherfuckin' poncho
 I'on think none of y'all niggas want gun smoke
 Don't second guess this shit, I'm gon' blow (pussy)
 Whole lotta shots when it come out the Drac'
 Chop a nigga up, then put him in the lake (brrt)
 Shiesty young nigga, they call me a snake
 Ayy, fuck all that, Trick, 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 fuck with 12, I was 11 again
 I need me a trophy, the best to sin
 You niggas ain't straight, y'all lesbians
 And fuck 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 (bitch)
 Swing with what? I'ma swing with the pipe
 (He's not cherishin' it), ayy, take his life
 Straitjacket music, I belong in asylum
 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)
 Bitch, I shoot first, why the fuck would I spark back?
 If you really a thug, let me see where your heart at (ayy)
 If I say catch a body, lil' nigga, 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 shit? (Ayy)
 If you get in a jam, are you gon' start tellin' shit?
 Where is the smoke? 'Cause bitch, 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 nigga like, "Seriously?" (damn, another one?)
 Nigga, we shot him, and then we killed his brother, damn
 We might as well get the mother
 Nigga say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em
 If my brothers don't like him, I don't
 Somebody tell him he in trouble
 I paid too much for my motherfuckin' guns for me to scuffle
 Gangster young nigga, I feel like Gucci (Gucci)
 Fucked her so hard, left blood on her coochie
 Made her said, "Ooh" put my thumb in her booty
 I'll be damned, this dumb ass hoe just pooted
 Who ain't with the murder? Lil' nigga, I kill
 That night he died, that was my idea
 Told my niggas 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 shit was a fact
 Got shot in his spine, but you watchin' his back
 (Nigga say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)
 Fuck you talkin' 'bout?, haha
 (Strait, straitjacket music, I belong in asylum)
 Fuck a nigga, what a nigga, fuck a nigga mean?
 (Nigga say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)
 Know what I'm sayin'? Haha
 (Strait, strait, straitjacket music, I belong in asylum)
 NLE Top Shotta, bitch
 Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
 

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Duration
02:25
Key
1
Tempo
140 BPM

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