Shotta Flow 5

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 jalapeños

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 don't think none of y'all **** 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 **** up, then put him in the lake (Brrt)

Shiesty young ****, they call me a snake

Ayy, fuck all that, Dreek, 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 eleven again

I need me a trophy, the best to sin

You **** 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 the psych

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' ****, 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 **** like, "Seriously?" (Damn, another one?)

****, we shot him, and then we killed his brother, damn

We might as well get the mother

He say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em

If my brother 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 ****, 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 ho just pooted

Who ain't with the murder? Lil' ****, I kill

That night he died, that was my idea

Told my **** 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

(He say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)

Fuck you talkin' 'bout, haha

(Strait, strait jacket music, I belong in the psych)

Fuck a ****, what a ****, fuck a **** mean? (He say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)

Know what I'm sayin'? Haha

(Strait, strait, straitjacket music, I belong in the psych, straitjacket music, I belong in the psych)

NLE Top Shotta, bitch

Fuck you talkin' 'bout?