Shotta Flow

NLE, you heard me

Baby Mexico Choppa, man, top shotta, baby Mexico shotta

We finna talk our shit, why not?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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, **** 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, ****? What is you claimin'?

I am a beast, you cannot tame it

Don't point the finger, this shit 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 talkin' to stars

I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars

Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me

Choppa got a kick, call that shit 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 fifty deep, nothin' but my shotta

**** tried me, so you know I had to pop 'em

So many bullets, it confused the doctor

Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks

Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot 'em 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 fryin' pan

He said that he gon' take stuff from me

Aye, 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 **** run up, I'm a pop 'em like a pimple

Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like fifty

Brand new Choppa, got double D titties

**** don't play me, I don't get silly

Love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeah

Yeah, love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeah

Aye, bitch, love all the beef like a southwest deli

I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly

Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't nan' **** hold me

If you wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili

And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby

And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, bitch (Like I'm Toby, yeah, yeah)

Finna ad lib, keep all that (Like a school shooter named Toby, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep all that Tay, yeah, yeah (Huh, huh, this shit straight drop, lil' ****, no cut, straight drop, lil' ****, no cut)

Yeah, keep all that, keep all that, yeah, yeah (Up from my hip, yeah)