NLE Choppa – Shotta Flow 5 Lyrics | Video

NLE Choppa – Shotta Flow 5 Lyrics

You know what the f**k goin’ on
NLE motherf**kin’ Choppa
The Top Shotta, you hear me
I stand on top of s**t
We doin’ this s**t, ayy

I whip the pack like Ike and Tina
I just copped me a Bimmer
Used to ride in steamers
I’m hot as jalapeños
B**ch, I’m sellin’ out arenas
They say, he entertain us
And if you try to tame us
I bet we leave you stained up

Whole lotta sticks in the house, it’s a gun show
Bullets get him wet like a motherf**kin’ poncho
I don’t think none of y’all n**gas want gun smoke
Don’t second guess this s**t, I’m gon’ blow
Whole lotta shots when it come out the Drac’
Chop a n**ga up, then put him in the lake
Shiesty young n**ga, they call me a snake
Ayy, f**k all that, Trick, shoot ’em in the face

Send a hit at five, he was dead by six
Got shot seven times, but the eighth shot missed
Nine shots in the clip, could’ve sworn it was ten
Didn’t f**k with 12, I was eleven again
I need me a trophy, the best to sin
You n**gas ain’t straight, y’all lesbians
And f**k 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
Swing with what I’ma swing with the pipe
Ayy, take his life
Straight jacket music, I belong in asylum

Felonies and felonies, this what they keep on sellin’ me
This recipe is deadly, see, I be drippin’ like relish be
Shoot him in the head, shoulda had on a hard hat
We finish the beef as soon as you start that
B**ch, I shoot first, why the f**k would I spark back
If you really a thug, let me see where your heart at
If I say catch a body, lil’ n**ga, you catchin’ it
If I tell you run off, is you really finessin’ it
If I give you a brick, are you gon’ sell that s**t
If you get in a jam, are you gon’ start tellin’ s**t
Where is the smoke ’cause b**ch, 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 n**ga like, seriously
N**ga, we shot him, and then we killed his brother, damn
We might as well get the mother
N**ga say he don’t like doing drills, I love ’em
If my brothers don’t like him, I don’t
Somebody tell him he in trouble
I paid too much for my motherf**kin’ guns for me to scuffle

Gangster young n**ga, I feel like Gucci
F**ked 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’ n**ga, I kill
That night he died, that was my idea
Told my n**gas slide, make sure he don’t liνe
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 s**t was a fact
Got shot in his spine, but you watchin’ his back

F**k you talkin’ ’bout, haha

F**k a n**ga, what a n**ga, f**k a n**ga mean
Know what I’m sayin’ Haha

And lil’ Top Shotta, b**ch
F**k you talkin’ ’bout…

➤ Written by Xavi, Payday & NLE Choppa
Album: Top Shotta
Produced by Xavi & Payday
NLE Choppa | 2020

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