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shotta flow 7 (sped up) - nle choppa lyrics

[intro]
the top shotta, bomb like al*qaeda
finale, finito, uh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
i was missin’ the action like chrisean tooth (tay keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
back leg loose like a n*gga had to poot
i’m a god in memphis, who bigger than me? (who bigger than me?)
sh*t that they did, i did at sixteen (sixteen)
he flexin’ his money, we know that he broke (know that he broke)
d*ck in her mouth, nle throat coat
he pressed by the girl that f*ckin’ the city
he tender (he tender), we call him diddy (let’s go)
choppa so big, knock the weight off biggie (brr, brr, brr)
i’m somethin’ like p*ssy, this sh*t it get sticky
got millionaire mode, i don’t plan on glitchin’
i’m back, n*gga, like i had an addiction
dropped him, let’s go (ooh)
he couldn’t take those, nah
switches and dracos, yeah
shooters on payroll
n*gga don’t want no smoke, they snoop dogg (snoop dogg)
we’ll show up at your door like a u*haul (u*haul)
lil’ n*gga, big pistol, stand tall (stand tall)
quick to pop a n*gga ass like a adderall (adderall)
shakin’ the spot like a ass or somethin’ (ass or somethin’)
lil’ bruh sped, he crash for nothin’ (crash for nothin’)
walk out the house with a mask and gun (mask and gun)
better hold yo’ breath like a asthma pump
move like the pope, hundred some shots in the ghost
better think twice, don’t approach (brrt, brrt)
no regular glocks, know that it came with a box
we steppin’ like shoes and socks (brrt, brrt)
one of the realest, how can you not mention?
we slid out the civic, now rolls*royce whippin’
suckin’ and grippin’, double jerk and twist it
she k!llin’ my kids like abortion clinics
take some from who? he lyin’, man (he lyin’)
n*gga don’t feel like dyin’, man (like dyin’)
cook him like grease in a frying pan (he frying)
we done k!lled more n*ggas than the klan, man (oh, god)
kkk, got ks on ks
wanna f*ck kim k and make kanye watch
ayy, ayy, bay*bay, in the club with the drac’
gen 5 glock goin’ down like it’s joc
hundred shots in the whip, it was shot*o*clock
he can run from a n*gga, but not from the glock
don’t ask me if it’s one up top
that’s like askin’ floyd mayweather, do he box
walk down on his cat, nine lives, he cap (he cap)
put his head on his lap, we dipped him, uh (we dipped that boy)
make the choppa clap, make it sound like a rapper
i’ma hit this b*tch with a rhythm, uh
my dawg, sick ’em, this sh*t critical
suspect, n*gga, we never been a victim
7.62 chase ’em, trip ’em
if i don’t got ’em, tevo will get ’em
[outro]
huh, huh, huh, whip ’em
huh, huh, huh, trip ’em
huh, huh, huh, come here
ah, ah, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
i might just o–, f*ck that (ayy, f*ck that)
percs k!llin’ slow–, f*ck that (say, “f*ck that”)
if i see his ho f*ckin’ (come here)
last shotta flow
f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it
f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it
f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it
he flushin’ (f*ck it)
sh*t, we bustin’
better blow that b*tch if you clutchin’
lil’ bruh, he’ll spin for nothin’
gave his ass a perc’ 30, god

- nle choppa lyrics

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