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NLE Choppa - Shotta Flow 4 (Lyrics) ft. Chief Keef Subscribe here: http://bit.ly/rapcitysub Follow us on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2Oj93y1 Download/Stream: https://nlechoppa.lnk.to/topshotta ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: http://spoti.fi/2Oj93y1   / rapcitysounds     / rapcitylife     / rapcity808     / rapcitylife   ➥ Follow NLE Choppa:   / nlechoppamusic     / nlechoppa1     / nlechoppamusic     / nlechoppamusic   #NLEChoppa #TopShotta #ShottaFlow4 ➥ Lyrics: Ayy, put the beam on my Glock for my accuracy Bitch, you know that I’m tough like a refugee Boy, you know you get dead if you step to me I was only 15 with a felony Yeah, Whole lotta opps so the party got wrecked Big ass Crip but it’s blood on the set Call the Glock Nike, put a n*gga in check How he gon’ breathe when I shot him in the neck Yeah, the opps they famous, I put ’em on TV It’s a house on my neck and it’s filled with VV’s I walked down on him and he didn’t even see me Hollow tips in this Glock, these shits is not BB’s I’m the only rapper that’s down for a body Ion need the drugs, I don’t need no Molly Bitch I’m EBK, I’ll shoot everybody I always got this gun, it’s glued to my body Shoot him in the hip if he turn into a runner Gun in her purse, like a n*gga name Gunna Catch him on the Eway, I’ma flip the whole Honda African shooters, I call ’em Wakanda If he wanna do it, tell him I’m ready Knock out his brains, it look like spaghetti Shoot at the opps like Corey Maggette 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 n*gga want smoke, if a n*gga want smoke I’ma get his ass hurt in this motherfucka Big Drac’ when I slide in a motherfucka N*gga playin’, he dyin’ in this motherfucka If a n*gga really want that shit, he can get that shit Got the Glock on the hip, I’ma shoot that bitch AR-15 with the five-five-six If a n*gga want smoke, he gon’ get dismissed Ion even gotta car, hundred K Audemar You can see it on my wrist when a bitch gliss Aim got better, I’m not gon’ miss Why the fuck you got a gun and you know you a bitch Ayy Bitch, it’s too deep, don’t get in this water If we can’t find him, we shoot at his daughter I see that hate but you know I go harder Bitch, you my son, you know I’m a father Lil demon, you can call me a gremlin I want the smoke like a motherfuckin’ chimney You get shot in your mouth if you grinnin’ Shotta fam, extortion, we winnin’ Your homie a bitch, you can keep him My shooter a dike like Latifa Take a look in my eyes, I’m the reaper Bitch, I really don’t fuck with them people And it could be on Judgement Day with God, I bust at them people 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 gummy Slammin’ on the opps like a n*gga Tim Duncan I’ma come with a gun, I call it conjunction Bitch shaking heads, what the fuck is you doin’ I ain’t chasin hoes, but you know I’m pursuin’ ’em Fuckin two hoes, I do it congruent If you diss on my name, your life get ruined Shoot him in the back take him out like Ricky Don’t come too close ’cause I’m clutching my Blicky Got a Glock .26 and it came with a titty No biggie with the choppa, get to boppin’ like Diddy Bitch, you not robbin’ shit and I put that on Buddha I used to be fightin I turned to the shoota Extended the Mag, it look a ruler I didn’t wanna kill him but I had to do em We on a opp’s ass, man, they want us to let up White tee turned red, they thought I hit him with some ketchup The body count keep risin’, I done turned into the devil They know how we be slidin’, bitch, I had to cop a rental (Keef Verse) Choppa what it is shorty How you bleedin n*gga You know I be smoking that tookie too She told me I taste like some Juicy Fruit She ate me like gum in that coupie coupe Shoot up his ride, call jiffy lube The glock say ask that boy Is he cool Bustin down his block like a inner tube Urus out, might just paint that bitch blue He said I don't know him, who is you He said he a dog, he a Scooby Doo Im'a sip lean til i'm forty four I was sixteen riding with a forty four Imma up a hand gun, at the door I ain’t be to the raq in a lil minute But I still ride with my shorties though Black car white seats, it's a Oreo Blow em down, twin Glocks, call him Wario (Ay) fuck everybody, I had the chance I’ll buck everybody Sayin’ fuck me, no fuck everybody Got the pole out, better duck everybody Tell him cool down before he buck at his body Glock on my lap, call him Buffy the body Throw him in the ocean, tell him locate at his body His mom pulling up to come okay his body