ShottaFlow7

Shotta Flow 7 - NLE Choppa

Lyrics by：Bryson LaShun Potts/Donald Bernard Bailey Jr./NLE Choppa/Project X/SuperStar O/Tay Keith

Produced by：Project X/SuperStar O/Tay Keith

The top shotta bomb like al Qaeda

Finale finito uh

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I was missin' the action like chrisean tooth

Back leg loose like a nigga had to poot

I'm a god in memphis who bigger than me

Me

Did I did at did I sixteen

He flexin' his money we know that he broke

Know that he broke

D**k in her mouth NlE throat coat

He pressed by the girl that ****** the city

He tender he tender we call him diddy let's go

Choppa so big knock the weight off biggie

I'm somethin' like p***y this **** it get sticky

Got millionaire mode I don't plan on glitchin'

I'm back like I had an addiction

Dropped him let's go ooh

He couldn't take those nah

Switches and dracos yeah

Shooters on payroll

Don't want no smoke they snoop dogg

We'll show up at your door like a U haul U haul

Lil' nigga big pistol stand tall stand tall

Quick to pop a*s like a adderall adderall

Shakin' the spot like a a*s or somethin'

Lil' bruh sped he crash for nothin'

Walk out the house with a 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

No regular glocks know that it came with a box

We steppin' like shoes and socks

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 killin' my kids like abortion clinics

Take some from who he lyin' man he lyin'

Don't feel like dyin' man like dyin'

Cook him like grease in a frying pan he frying

We done killed more than the klan man oh god

Kkk got ks on ks

Wanna ****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 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

Put his head on his lap we dipped him uh

Make the choppa clap

Make it sound like a rapper

I'ma hit this ***** with a rhythm uh

My dawg sick 'em this **** critical

Suspect we never been a victim

762 chase 'em trip 'em