NLE Choppa - Shotta Flow ( Clean - Lyrics )

NLE Choppa - Shotta Flow ( Clean - Lyrics )
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🎵 NLE Choppa 'Shotta Flow' Clean 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 - , 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 - like I'm Dennis
I started this - , I'ma finish
- 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 -
Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'
What is your set, - ? What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot tame it
Don't point the finger, this - can get dangerous
These - hatin', these -  plottin'
Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a killer, lil' - stop it
In a shoot out, your gun was droppin'
You really a fraud
You cannot stomp on his yard
My - 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', - , don't sweat me
Choppa got a kick, call that - Jet Li
Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe?
Don't get a F if a - try to testin' me
Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
Hit the party 50 deep, nun' but my shotta
- tried me, so you know I had to pop him
So many bullets, it confused the doctor
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
- a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back
3.5 rolled up in the cack
We don't smoke Reggie, this - 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 - suckin' - like a Kool-Aid pickle
Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple
And if a - 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 -
- 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, - , love all the beef like a southwest deli
I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' - hol' me
If he wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili
And I'm with the - lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
And I'm with the - lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
- !
Finna ad-lib, keep all that
(Like a school shooter, like I'm Toby, yeah)
Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh)
(This - straight drop, lil' - , no cut)
Ayy Tay, keep all that
(Straight drop, lil' - , no cut)
Keep all that, yeah, yeah
(Up from my hip, yeah)

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