Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shotta Flow 3, artist - NLE Choppa. Album song Top Shotta, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NLE Choppa Entertainment
Shotta Flow 3 |
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 shit, you heard me? |
YNR (Yeah) |
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 shit like I’m Dennis |
I started this shit, I’ma finish |
Niggas 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, nigga? |
What is you claimin'? |
I am a beast, you cannot tame it |
Don’t point a finger, this shit can get dangerous |
These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin' |
Ooh, he got money, I’m runnin' his wallet |
You say you a killer, lil' nigga, stop it |
In a shootout, your gun was droppin' |
You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard |
My niggas, 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 |
Chopper got a kick, call that shit Jet Li |
Sauce Gang dripped up, what is your recipe? |
Gon' get an F if a nigga try testin' me |
Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala |
Hit the party fifty deep, nothin' but my shottas |
Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him |
So many bullets, it confused the doctor |
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks |
Fuck a headshot, I’ma shoot him 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 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 bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle |
Two bullets in your chest, that’s a nipple |
And if a nigga 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 |
Nigga, 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' nigga hold me |
If he wanna run up on me, shoot him like Ginobili |
And I’m with the shit, lil' homie, yeah, like I’m Toby (Yeah) |
And I’m with the shit, lil' homie, yeah, like I’m Toby, bitch (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 shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut) |
Ayy, Tay, keep all that, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut) |
Yeah, yeah |
(Up from my hip, yeah) |
Part II |
Ayy, I’m finna go in there, you heard (Haha) |
Yeah, yeah (Huh), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Huh) |
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, huh, yeah (Yeah) |
Everything’s chrome in the future! |
Yeah, yeah (Yeah) |
I hop on the beat and you know I’ma kill it |
My nigga loose screws, you know that they drillin' |
I run up my money, I love this feeling |
Remember them days a nigga was stealin' |
Hopped in the game, I got it on lock |
My niggas got dope, they trap out they socks |
The police pull up, we run from the narcs |
We always on go, you know we don’t stop |
Cherry on top when I aim with the beam |
I’m burnin' her head, no Charlie Sheen |
My hoes, they grown, don’t fuck with the teens |
My bitch, she bad, boujee, and mean |
Yeah, fuck that, get back on the sub |
If a nigga diss me, them shots get to bustin' |
I ain’t got time with all that fussin' |
Soon as I see him, you know that he duckin' |
Shoot up the spot and make him move out |
Soon as he move, I find his house |
Don’t fuck with the rats, don’t fuck with the mouse |
If he snitch, put the gun in his mouth |
He thought that we was playin' |
'Til we pulled up with sticks, yeah (No cap) |
Glizzy got a beam and it came with a dick, yeah (No homo) |
Choppa got a scope and it came with some tits, yeah (Yeah) |
Don’t get fucked up out your life, we shoot us a flick, yeah (Yeah) |
Whenever we aim, you know we attack |
Shoot through his stomach, it come out his back |
My niggas, they bangin' and ready to stack |
Diss on the set, get put in a bag |
We love the money, the drugs, the guns |
I don’t ever beat 'cause I’m countin' my funds |
I’m always workin', I don’t have fun |
Before you diss me, know your pros and cons |
Let’s have a shoot out, I’m ready to die |
Face to face, eye to eye |
The last thing that he saw was the fire |
Put him on a tee, now he up in the sky |
My killers outside, they don’t wanna be seen |
They come in the show if you makin' a scene |
Choppa R. Kelly, let that bitch sing |
How the fuck I’ma miss when I got me a beam? |
I’m done, sike |
I pull up to shoot, you pull up to fight |
Shoot him in his leg, he beg for his life |
Put one in his head like he was on Skype |
Kick down the door (Yeah), bitch, get on the floor (The floor) |
Where is the bread? |
'Cause we need all the dough |
Give me the cash (The cash), I came for the bag (The bag) |
If he do somethin' sheisty, put one in his ass (Rrrah) |
Shot |
Part III |
No way, Hozay |
I might just K.O., the Perc' up in my Faygo |
Run up on me wrong, turn his head into a bagel |
On the opposition block, just like a Lego |
I’m big homie, bitch, so you know that I got say-so |
What you say? |
Yeah, man, know what the fuck goin' on |
NLE Choppa, nigga (Bitch) |
Shotta Flow 3 (Yeah) |
Nigga can get beat (Yeah), I don’t fuck with the police (Fuck 12, bitch, bitch) |
Fuck he talkin' 'bout? |
(Yeah) |
What I say? |
(Crip) |
Ayy (Crip), yeah (Crip), yeah (Crip), yeah |
Every show that I do, bitch, you know that I rock it (Huh?) |
The mic' in my hand, but the Glock in my pocket (Bitch) |
These niggas keep dissin', I guess I’m the topic |
These bullets gon' knock the knowledge out his noggin |
It’s Shotta Flow 3 and you know I’m a G |
Beat my case, I ain’t coppin' no plea |
You say you a gangster, you say you a stepper |
But you cooperated with police (On God) |
Step back up then shoot my thunder |
You ain’t no boss, lil' nigga, you a runner (Yeah) |
This bitch suckin' my dick like a flavored cucumber (Ayy) |
Dick all in her throat, I was touchin' her tonsils (Yeah) |
Hit from the back, I was pullin' her hair and I ripped off her frontal (Yeah) |
I’m pullin' his card, that nigga a bitch |
I ride for my nigga like Morty and Rick (Yeah) |
Can’t step out the house unless I got my blick (That Glock) |
You can get your ass shot like I’m takin' a pic' |
My nigga Piru but I’m banging the C (The Crip) |
If you coming for me, you get put on a tee |
If you fucking with me, you gon' sow what you reap |
Let out thirty some shots out the Glock 23 |
Ayy, I want all the green like I was a leaf |
My gang in the party, we came for peace (Shotta) |
Put chops on a opp so his ass got beat |
He got his ass jumped by a hundred some feet (Bitch) |
My niggas, they steppin', I call them some troopers |
You was shootin' at me, but you missed, you a blooper |
And when I shot back, bitch, I hit, I’m a shooter |
Big titties on a chopper like I’m working at Hooters |
I’m on some boss shit, and I’m on some gang shit, you can get your ass stepped |
on |
She calling me racist, she was dark skin, but I want a redbone |
Put his name on this bullet, the trigger I pull it, you better order a |
headstone (Brrrr) |
And now that boy head gone |
Bitch nigga, you a snitch |
My niggas they vicious, bitch, I am a menace |
And let’s have a shootout like I’m in a scrimmage |
Got dope in the lab like I was a chemist |
Shot him in the teeth, they call me a dentist |
Walk down on my opp, I ain’t leavin' no witness |
Shoot a hundred some shots, I won’t stop 'til it finish |
I break in your house like I came through the chimney |
And I’m high as a bitch 'cause the Perc' in my Henny |
Two .40's on my waist like I’m rocking some Fendi |
Bitch, I’m making shit shake like I’m doin' the shimmy |
And she got a fat ass, but that bitch really skinny |
And she suckin' my dick, she in love with my Jimmy (Yeah) |
John (Bitch) |
You talkin' 'bout bodies, I got me a ton (Ho) |
And I’ll get a nigga whacked while I’m kickin' cack |
Smokin' on a pack and eating a honey bun |
I might just K.O., the Perc' up in my Faygo (Faygo) |
Run up on me wrong, turn his head into a bagel (A bagel) |
On the opposition block just like a Lego (A Lego) |
I’m big homie, bitch, so you know that I got say-so, yeah |
Shotta shit, no politics |
We shoot like Stojaković |
Shotta Flow 3 |
Get your ass beat |
Bitch, I’m Grape Street |
Yeah, I’m a Crip but I’ll wipe a nigga nose |
Fuck is you sayin'? |
Clatt |
(Your ass retarded |
Ayy, that was so bomb that I started dancin' in this ho |
Girl, that ho so bomb, I started dancin' on my adlibs) |
Part IV |
Ayy, put the beam on my Glock for more accuracy |
Bitch, you know that I’m tough like a refugee (CashMoneyAP) |
Boy, you know you get dead if you step to me (Brrt) |
I was only 15 with a felony (Yeah, yeah) |
Whole lotta opps so the party got wrecked (Ayy) |
Big ass crip but it’s blood on the set (Ayy) |
Call the Glock Nike, put a nigga in check (Ayy) |
How he gon' breathe when I shot him in the neck? |
(Ayy) |
Check, the opps stay famous, I put 'em on TV (Brrt) |
It’s a house on my neck and it’s filled with VV’s (Bitch) |
I walked down on him and he didn’t even see me (Bitch) |
Hollow tips in this Glock, these shits is not BB’s |
I’m the only rapper that’s down for a body (Down for a body) |
I don’t need the drugs, I don’t need no Molly (Don't need no Molly) |
Bitch I’m EBK, I’ll shoot everybody (Brrt, brrt) |
I always got this gun, it’s glued to my body |
Shoot him in the hip if he turn into a runner (Ayy) |
Gun in the park, it’s like my nigga’s name’s Gunna (Ayy) |
Catch him in the Buick, I’ma flip the old Honda (Ayy) |
African shooters, I call 'em Wakanda (Ayy) |
If he wanna do it, tell 'em I’m ready (I'm ready) |
Knock out his brains, it look like spaghetti |
Shoot at the cops like Corey Maggette (Yeah) |
Bitch, I’m Don Dada, my hair be dreaded |
Hol' up, hol' up |
I’m on a Perc' in this motherfucka |
Get dirty in this motherfucka |
Get put on a shirt in this motherfucka |
If a nigga want smoke, if a nigga want smoke |
I’ma get his ass hurt in this motherfucka |
Big Drac' when I slide in a motherfucka (Slide in a motherfucka) |
Nigga playin', he dyin' in this motherfucka (He dyin' in this motherfucka) |
If a nigga really want that shit, he can get that shit |
Got the Glock on the hip, I’ma shoot that bitch (Dumbass) |
AR-15 with the five-five-six |
If a nigga want smoke, he gon' get dismissed (Bitch) |
I don’t even gotta car, hundred K Audemar |
You can see it on my wrist when a bitch gliss (Ice) |
I’ma get better, I’m not gon' miss |
Why the fuck you got a gun if you know you a bitch? |
Ayy |
Bitch, it’s too deep, don’t get in this water (Bitch) |
If we can’t find him, we shoot at his daughter (Brrt) |
I see that hate but you know I go harder (Yeah) |
Bitch, you my son, you know I’m a father (What?) |
Demon, you can call me a gremlin (Huh?) |
I want the smoke like a motherfuckin' chimney (A chimney) |
You get shot in the mouth if you grinnin' |
Shotta fam, extortion, we winnin' |
Your homie a bitch, you can keep him (He a bitch) |
My shooter a dawg like Latifa (Let's go) |
Take a look in my eyes, I’m the reaper (You a bitch) |
Bitch, I really don’t fuck with them people (I don’t fuck with them people) |
And these niggas be on Judgement Day with God, I bust at them people (I'm sorry) |
Bitch, you know I’m gon' shoot when I see you |
If I was you, I wouldn’t want to be you (I wouldn’t wanna be you), yeah, yeah |
Leave 'em unrecognized, running through homage |
Get into a jam and you turn into an accomplice (Ayy) |
Slammin' on the opps like a nigga Tim Duncan (Ayy, ayy) |
I’ma come with a gun, I call it conjunction |
Bitch shaking heads, what the fuck is you doin'? |
(What you doin'?) |
I ain’t test hoes, but you know I’m pursuin' 'em |
Fuck with two hoes, I do it congruent |
If you diss on my name, your life get ruined (Ayy) |
Shoot him in the back, take him out like Ricky (Huh?) |
Don’t come too close 'cause I’m clutching my Blicky |
Got a Glock .26 and it came with a titty (Brrt, brrt) |
No biggie with the choppa, get to boppin' like Diddy (Brrt, brrt) |
Bitch, you not robbin' shit and I put that on Buddha (Brrt, brrt) |
I used to be fine then I turned to the shoota (Brrt, brrt) |
Extended the MAC, it look a ruler (Brrt, brrt) |
I didn’t wanna kill him but I had to change (Brrt) |
We on a opp’s ass, man, they want us to let up (They wanna let up) |
White tee turned red, they thought I hit him with some ketchup (Hit him with |
some ketchup) |
The body count keep risin', I done turned into the devil (Turned into the devil) |
They know how we be slidin', bitch, I had to cop a rental (I got the rental) |
Huh, yeah, fuckin' with me |
Fuckin' Shotta Flow 4, is you fuckin' with me? |
Shotta Flow 4, is you fuckin' with me? |
We keep them Glocks, and bitch, we tuckin' semi’s |