Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shotta Flow 6, artist - NLE Choppa. Date of issue: 27.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shotta Flow 6 |
| Said I was done I’m back at it again |
| Back in the car and we spinning the bin |
| Slide to your man I’ma shoot at your friend |
| Knock him down and then we do it again |
| Glock automatic I change the pin |
| Pull up car jackin' we change the vin |
| Don’t give a fuck which lane you in |
| Knuck if you buck |
| Knock the brain out ya skin |
| Tell 'em get low like we doin' limbo |
| 'Cause I’m steppin' fosho you get in your throat |
| Never aiming at your mother fucking toe |
| That’s where the tag go when I up the sco |
| Asking my bro, is he puffing on dro? |
| He was tellin' me no its the nigga we smoked |
| I didn’t know until I seen a ghost |
| So I called up ghostbusters and sold 'em a bow |
| Dick in her mouth she keep gaggin' and sucking |
| Nut on her cheeks she was laughin' and blushin' |
| Grabbin' my heat I be clutching for nothing |
| Crash out elite Get to uppin' in public |
| Big 223 told my nigga to tuck it |
| When I tell you to buss it |
| You better start bussin' |
| I saw a witness but I’m yellin' fuck it |
| I started untucking and got me a bucket |
| Assaulted cop when a nigga was seven |
| When I turnt eleven I turned to a felon |
| My nigga was snakin' and I knew I could smell it |
| When I’m feeling threatened I turn to melly (Free melly) |
| One pop we pop we made him drop |
| We spent his block stand over tops |
| We never stop until our Glock go, pop, pop, pop |
| Click |
| Aye nigga you know that I hit |
| I was up close when I splitted his shit |
| Banged a jit, then banged his bitch |
| Hunnid on it no aim and shit |
| Barrel burning no coolant kit |
| My wax no claiming it |
| MC with the hammer I’m too legit |
| I got a bitch and she really too thick |
| She be throwin' her fits when she ain’t getting dick |
| Really making me sick but she do that one trick |
| When she split on the dick got me cummin' so quick |
| She suck like a tick in her throat like a crick |
| Got me hard as a brick so I shot me a flick (Aye) |
| She my dawg like Vick |
| Aye, do what I say, sensei (Yeah, yeah) |
| These nigga police they just be undercover |
| Know how it be it can be your own brother |
| Got in the gutter start singing like Usher |
| But we let it burn like he fuck with no rubber |
| We let it burn like you fuck with no jimmy |
| My name holdin' weight but a nigga be skinny |
| I’m shiesty like pooh but I’m not talking Winnie |
| Shoot at your committee I’m talking no kizzy |
| Spin on the block 'til a nigga get dizzy |
| I make him take a seat like he was with Wendy |
| Catch him at breakfast and catch him at the club |
| Like DJ Envy give him shots of Henny |
| How many shots I don’t know gave him plenty |
| I left that boy tipsy you shouldn’t offend me |
| Fall in the party got that bitch movin' |
| All in the crowd with my mother fucking jewerly |
| Reach and I get me and trail and a jury |
| No I’m a rapper, I’m also security |
| Lil' Uzi tucked up in my Amiris |
| Fuckin' a groupie she screaming out period |
| Bitch was too wet 'cause I knocked on her period |
| Said it the dick for me period |
| Greatest to do it need to bring me a trophy |
| Know that I’m gangster but act like a yogi |
| Say you a killer well nigga come show me |
| Started approaching then he did aerobics |
| So much cheese on me I’m getting loaded |
| But the squeeze on him I left him bloated |
| She better on her knee won’t sugar coat it |
| She want the side piece but got a promotion |
| Glock or the Draco boy you better lay low |
| Pop-out when the case over, pop out when the case closed |
| Wonder where his face go get that boy a halo |
| My shooter off the meds he be tweakin' if I say so, bitch |
| Six |