Shotta Flow

[Intro] I wish everything I touch would turn to gold NLE, you heard me? Baby Mexico Choppa, man, Top Shotta Baby Mexico Shotta, you heard me? We finna talk our shit, you heard me? YNR (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 shit like I’m Dennis I started this shit, I’ma finish Niggas 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 ho Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin’ What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin’? I am a beast, you cannot tame it Don’t point a finger, this shit can get dangerous These niggas hatin’, these niggas plottin’ Ooh, he got money, I’m runnin’ his wallet You say you a killer, lil’ nigga, stop it In a shootout, your gun was droppin’ You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard My niggas, 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’, bitch, don’t sweat me Chopper got a kick, call that shit Jet Li Sauce Gang dripped up, what is your recipe? Gon’ get an F if a nigga try testin’ me Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala Hit the party fifty deep, nothin’ but my shottas Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him So many bullets, it confused the doctor Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks Fuck a headshot, I’ma shoot him in the back Three-point-five rolled up in the Cack’ We don’t smoke reggie, this shit 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 bitch suckin’ dick like a Kool-Aid pickle Two bullets in your chest, that’s a nipple And if a nigga 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 Nigga, 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 killin’ me slowly Feelin’ like I’m Kobe, can’t nan’ nigga hold me If he wanna run up on me, shoot him like Ginobili And I’m with the shit, lil’ homie, yeah, like I’m Toby (Yeah) And I’m with the shit, lil’ homie, yeah, like I’m Toby, bitch (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 shit straight drop, lil’ nigga, no cut) Ayy, Tay, keep all that, keep all that (Straight drop, lil’ nigga, no cut) Yeah, yeah (Up from my hip, yeah)


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