Shotta Flow Blueface Song Lyrics by NLE Choppa
I wish everything I touch would turn to goldNLE, you heard meBaby Mexico Choppa man, top shottaBaby Mexico shottaWe finna talk our shit, you heard meWhy not? YeahYeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahI am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennisI’m with the shit like I’m DennisI started this shit, I’ma finishNiggas be hatin’, tryna blemish my imageWho want the smoke? .223 came with the scopeExtended clip long as a ropeWe wipe his nose, just like he had him a coldI knew that boy was a hoe
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 itDon’t point the finger, this shit can get dangerousThese niggas hatin’, these niggas plottin’Ooh, he got money, I’m runnin’ his walletYou say you a killer, lil’ nigga stop itIn a shoot out, your gun was droppin’You really a fraud
You cannot stomp on his yardMy nigga they scammin’, they swipin’ them cardsI am so high that I’m talking’ to starsI’m gone off them jiggas, I’m poppin’ them bars
Don’t mind my pimpin’, bitch, don’t sweat meChoppa got a kick, call that shit Jet LiSauce gang drip though, what is your recipe?Don’t get a F if a nigga try to testin’ me
Whole lotta money, whole lotta gualaHit the party 50 deep, nun’ but my shottaNigga tried me, so you know I had to pop himSo many bullets, it confused the doctorWhole lotta racks, whole lotta stacksFuck a headshot, I’ma shoot him in the back3.5 rolled up in the cackWe don’t smoke Reggie, this shit called gas
I’m sticked up, like a blind manI’m super hot, like a frying panHe said that he gon’ take some from meAyy, just know, he lyin’ manI’ma up from my hip then blow like a whistleYour bitch suckin’ dick like a Kool-Aid pickleTwo bullets in your chest, that’s a nippleAnd if a nigga run up, I’ma pop him like a pimpleGet rich or die tryin’, I’m feelin’ like 50Brand new choppa got double d tittiesNiggas don’t play me, I don’t get sillyLove all the beef like a southwest Philly, yeah
Yeah, love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeahAyy, bitch, love all the beef like a southwest deliI might just OD, Percs killin’ me slowlyFeelin’ like I’m Kobe, can’t ner’ nigga hol’ meIf he wanna run up on me, shoot ’em like GinobiliAnd I’m with the shit lil’ homie, yeah, like I’m Toby, yeahAnd I’m with the shit lil’ homie, yeah, like I’m Toby, yeahBitch!
Finna ad-lib, keep all that(Like a school shooter, like I’m Toby, yeah)Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh)(This shit straight drop, lil’ nigga, no cut)Ayy Tay, keep all that(Straight drop, lil’ nigga, no cut)Keep all that, yeah, yeah(Up from my hip, yeah)