NLE Choppa — Shotta Flow 6

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[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Mmm)
Shotta Flow 6
(Kio, Kio)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Said I was done, I’m back at it again
Back in the car and we spinnin’ the bin (Brrr)
Slide to your man, I’ma shoot at your friend (Shoot at your friend)
Knock him down and then we do it again (Do it again)
Glock automatic, I change the pin (Change the pin)
Pull a carjackin’, we change the VIN (Change the VIN)
Don’t give a fuck which lane you in (Yup)
Knuck if you buck, knock the brain out your skin
Tell ’em get low like we doin’ limbo (Brr)
‘Cause I’m steppin’ fosho
You get hit in your throat
Never aimin’ at your motherfuckin’ toe
That’s where the tag go when I up the score (Brrr)
Asking my bro is he puffin’ on dro
He was tellin’ me, «No, it’s the nigga we smoked» (Brrr)
I didn’t know until I seen the ghost so I called up Ghostbusters and sold ’em a bow (Brrr)
Dick in her mouth, she keep gaggin’ and suckin’ (Gaggin’ and suckin’)
Nut on her cheeks, she was laughin’ and blushin’ (Laughin’ and blushin’)
Grabbing my heat, I be clutchin’ for nothing (Clutchin’ for nothing)
Crash out elite, get to uppin’ in public (Uppin’ in public)
Big .223 told my nigga to tuck it
And when I tell you, «Bust it,» you better start bustin’ (Br-brr-brrr)
I saw a witness, but I’m yellin’, «Fuck it» (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I started untucking and got me a bucket
Assaulted a cop when a nigga was seven
When I turned eleven, I turned to a felon (Ayy, ayy)
My nigga was snakin’, I knew I could smell it
When I’m feelin’ threatened, I turn into Melly (Ayy)
Free Melly
One pop, we pop, we made him drop
We spinned his block (Come here, come here)
Stand over tops (Come here, come here)
We never stop until our Glock go, «Pop, pop, pop» (Let’s go, let’s go, brrr)
Haha, click
Ayy, nigga you know that I hit (What?)
I was up close when I splitted his shit (Splitted his shit)
Banged the jit, then banged his bitch (Banged his bitch)
Hunnid on it, no aim and shit (No aim and shit)
Barrel burning, no coolant kit (No coolant kit)
My wax, no claiming it (No claiming it)
MC with the hammer, I’m too legit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got a bitch and she really too thick (What?)
She be throwing her fits when she ain’t getting dick (What?)
Really making me sick, but she do that one trick (What?)
When she split on that dick, got me cumming so quick (Ayy, ayy)
And she suck like a tick (Ayy, ayy)
And her throat like a crick (Ayy, ayy)
Got me hard as a brick, so I sign me a flick (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, she my dawg like Vick
Ayy, do what I say, sensei (Like sensei)
Yeah, yeah, these niggas police, they just be undercover
Know how that be, it can be your own brother (Fuck ’em)
Got in the gutter, start singing like Usher
But we let it burn like you fuck with no rubber (Yeah)
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 talkin’ Winnie
Shoot at your committee
I’m talkin’ no kizzy (Hehehe)
Yeah, no kizzy (No kizzy)
Ayy, spin on the block ’til a nigga get dizzy (Brrr)
I make ’em take a seat like he was with Wendy (Brrr)
Catch him at breakfast, I catch him at the club
Like DJ Envy, give him shots of Henny (Shots of henny)
How many shots?
I don’t know, gave him plenty
I left that boy tipsy, you shouldn’t offend me (Brrr)
Fall in the party, I got the bitch movin’ (Got the bitch movin’)
All in the crowd with my motherfuckin’ jewelry (Motherfuckin’ jewelry)
Reach and I get me a trial and a jury (Trial and jury)
Know I’m a rapper, I’m also security (Also security)
Lil’ Uzi tucked up in my Amiri’s (In my Amiri’s)
Fuckin’ a groupie she screaming out period (Up here)
Bitch was too wet ’cause I knocked on her period (Knocked on her period)
She said it’s the dick for me, period (Period)
Greatest to do it, need to bring me a trophy (What?)
Know that I’m gangster, but act like a yogi (What?)
Say you a killer, well nigga come show me (What? Come here)
Started approachin’, then he did aerobics (Brrr)
So much cheese on me, I’m getting loaded (Ayy)
Put the squeeze on him, I left him bloated (Ayy)
She better on her knee, I won’t sugarcoat it (Ayy, ayy)
She want the sidepiece but got a promotion (Ayy)
Glock or the Draco (Draco)
Boy you better lay low (Lay low)
Pop-out when the case over (Case over)
Pop-out when the case closed (Case closed)
Wonder where his face go (Where his face go?)
Get that boy a halo (Ha-lo)
My shooter off the meds, he be tweakin’ if I say so (What? Yeah)
Bitch (Come here)

[Outro]
Nigga
Ayy, six, nigga (Brrr)
Yeah, bitch
Ayy, said I was done, I’m back at it again (Call that)
Back in the car (Call that), we spinnin’ the bin