Shotta Flow lyrics
I wish everything I touch would turn to gold
NLE, you heard me?
Baby Mexico Choppa, man, Top Shotta
Baby Mexico Shotta, you heard me?
We finna talk our sh*t, you heard me?
Midas got a jugg, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the sh*t like I'm Dennis
I started this sh*t, I'ma finish
n***as 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, n***a? What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot tame it
Don't point a finger, this sh*t can get dangerous
These n***as hatin', these n***as plottin'
Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a killer, lil' n***a, stop it
In a shootout, your gun was droppin'
You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard
My n***as, 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', b*t*h, don't sweat me
Chopper got a kick, call that sh*t Jet Li
Sauce Gang dripped up, what is your recipe?
Gon' get an F if a n***a try testin' me
Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
Hit the party fifty deep, nothin' but my shottas
n***a tried me so you know I had to pop him
So many bullets, it confused the doctor
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
f**k a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back
Three-point-five rolled up in the Cack'
We don't smoke reggie, this sh*t called gas
I'm sticked up like a blind man
I'm super hot like a frying pan
He say that he gon' take somethin' from me
Ayy, just know, he lyin', man
I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle
Your b*t*h suckin' d**k like a Kool-Aid pickle
Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple
And if a n***a run up, I'ma pop him like a pimple
Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50
Brand new chopper got double-D titties
n***a, don't play me, I don't get silly
Love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah
Yeah, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah, ayy
Bet, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly
I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't nan' n***a hold me
If he wanna run up on me, shoot him like Ginobili
And I'm with the sh*t, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby (Yeah)
And I'm with the sh*t, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, b*t*h (Yeah)
Finna ad-lib, keep all that (Like I'm Toby, yeah, yeah)
(Like a school shooter named Toby, yeah)
Keep all that, Tay, yeah (This sh*t straight drop, lil' n***a, no cut)
Ayy, Tay, keep all that, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' n***a, no cut)
(Up from my hip, yeah)