Shotta Flow 4 Lyrics by NLE Choppa ft. Chief Keef is latest English song with music also given by CashMoneyAP. Shotta Flow 4 song lyrics are written by CashMoneyAP, Chief Keef & NLE Choppa.
Shotta Flow 4 Song Detail
Singer: NLE Choppa, Chief Keef
Composer: CashMoneyAP
Lyrics by: CashMoneyAP, Chief Keef & NLE Choppa
Shotta Flow 4 NLE Choppa
Ayy, put the beam on my Glock for my accuracy (Yeah)
Bitch, you know that I’m tough like a refugee (CashMoneyAP, yeah)
Boy, you know you get dead if you step to me (Brrt)
I was only fifteen 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)
Yeah, the opps stay famous, I put ’em on TV
It’s a house on my neck and it’s filled with VVS (Bitch)
I walked down on him and he didn’t even see me (Bitch)
Hollow tips in this Glock, this shit is not BB’s (Yeah, yeah)
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 (No Molly)
Bitch, I’m EBK, I’ll shoot everybody (Brrt, brrt)
I always got the gun, it’s glued to my body
Shoot him in the hip if he turn into a runner (Ayy)
Gun in the purse like a nigga named Gunna (Ayy)
Catch him on the e-way, I’ma flip the whole Honda (Ayy)
African shooters, I call ’em Wakanda (Yeah, yeah)
If he wanna do it, tell ’em I’m ready (I’m ready)
Knock out his brains, it look like spaghetti (Look like spaghetti)
Shoot at the cops like Corey Maggette (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’m Don Dada, my hair be dreaded
Hol’ up, hol’ up
I’m on a Perc’ in this motherfucker
These niggas get dirt in the motherfucker
Get put on a shirt in this motherfucker
If a nigga want smoke, if these niggas want smoke
I’ma get his ass hurt in this motherfucker
Big Drac’ when I slide in the motherfucker (Slide in the motherfucker)
Nigga playin’, he dyin’ in this motherfucker (He dyin’ in this motherfucker)
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 the bitch gliss
Aim got 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?)
Lil’ demon, you can call me a gremlin (Huh?)
I want the smoke like a motherfuckin’ chimney (Like a chimney)
You get shot in the mouth if you grinnin’ (Bitch)
Shotta Fam, extortion, we winnin’
Your homie a bitch, you can keep him (He a bitch)
My shooter’ll die like Latifa (He dead)
Take a look in my eyes, I’m the reaper (Bitch)
Bitch, I really don’t fuck with them people (I don’t fuck with them people)
And a nigga be on Judgement Day with God, I bust at them people (I’m sorry, Lord)
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 him unrecognized when I do a homi’ (Ayy)
Get into a jam and you turn into a gummy (Ayy)
Slammin’ on the opps like a nigga Tim Duncan (Ayy, ayy)
I’ma come with a gun, I call it conjunction (Ayy)
Bitch shaking ass, what the fuck is you doin’? (What you doin’?)
I ain’t chasing hoes but you know I’m pursuin’
I’m fucking two hoes, I do it congruent (Congruent)
If you diss on my name, your life get ruined
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 chopper, get to boppin’ like Diddy (Brrt, brrt)
Bitch, you not robbin’ shit and I put that on Buddha (Brrt, brrt, ayy)
I used to be fine then I turned to the shooter (Brrt, brrt)
Extended the MAC, it look a ruler (Ayy, brrt, brrt)
I didn’t wanna kill him but I had to change
We on the opps’ 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 copped the rental)
Choppa, what it is, shorty?
How you bleed, man?
You know I be smoking that tokey-toke (Smoking that tokey-toke)
She told me I taste like some juicy fruit (Taste like some)
She ate me like gum in that coupey-coupe (In that coupey-coupe)
Shoot up his ride, call JiffyLube (Skrrt)
The Glock said ask that boy is he cool (Is he cool?)
Bustin’ down his block like an inner tube (Innertube)
Urus, I might just paint that bitch blue (Blue)
He said that I’m no one, who is you? (Who is you?)
He said he a dog, he a Scooby-Doo
I’ma sip lean ’til I’m forty-four (Yeah)
I was sixteen ridin’ with a forty-four
I’ma up a handgun at the door (Bang, bang)
I ain’t been to the ‘Raq in a lil’ minute (Nah)
But I still ride with my shorties, though
Black car, white seats, it’s an oreo
Blow him down with twin Glocks, call me Wario, ayy
Fuck everybody
I had the chance, I’ll buck everybody (Bang)
Sayin’ fuck me, no, fuck everybody (Bang)
Got the pole out, better duck everybody
Tell him cool down ‘fore he buck his body
Glock on my lap, call him Buffy the Body
Throw him in the ocean, tell him locate his body
His mom’s pulling up to come okay his body, ah
Shotta Flow 4, huh? (Bah)
Ayy (Bah)