Testo Shotta Flow 6 - NLE Choppa
Testo della canzone Shotta Flow 6 (NLE Choppa), tratta dall'album Me vs. Me
(CashMoneyAP) yeah, yeah, yeah (mmm)
Shotta Flow 6
(Kio, Kio) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said I was done, I'm back at it again, back in the car, we spinnin' the bin (brrt)
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 up 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 (yup)
Tell 'em get low like we doin' limbo (brrt) 'cause I'm steppin' fasho, you get hit in your throat
Never aimin' at yo' motherfuckin' toe, that's where the tag go when I up the scope (brrt)
Askin' my bro, is he puffin' on Dro, he was tellin' me, "No, it's the nigga we smoked" (brrt)
I didn't know until I seen the ghost, so I called up Ghostbusters and sold 'em a bow (brrt)
Dick in her mouth, she keep gaggin' and suckin' (gaggin' and suckin')
Nut on her cheeks, she was laughin' and blushin' (laughin' and blushin')
Grabbin' my heat, I be clutchin' for nothin' (clutchin' for nothin')
Crash out elite, get to uppin' in public (uppin' in public)
Big .223 told my nigga to tuck it, when I tell you, "Bust it", you better start bustin' (brrt-brrt-brrt)
I saw a witness, but I'm yellin', "Fuck it" (ayy, ayy, ayy), I started untuckin' and got me a bucket
Assaulted cop when a nigga was seven, when I turned 11, 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 (Melly), one pop, we pop, we made him drop, we spinned his block (c'mere, c'mere)
Stand over tops (c'mere, c'mere), we never stop until our Glock go, "Pop, pop, pop" (let's go, let's go, brrt)
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 burnin', no coolant kit (no coolant kit)
My wax, no claimin' it (no claimin' it), MC with the hammer, I'm too legit (yeah-yeah-yeah)
I got a bitch and she really too thick, she be throwin' her fits when she ain't gettin' dick (what? What?)
Really makin' me sick, but she do that one trick (what?)
When she split on that dick, got me cummin' 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 shot me a flick (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, she my dawg like Vick, ayy, do what I say, sensei (like sensei)
Yeah-yeah, these nigga police, they ju' be undercover, know how that be, it can be yo' own brother (fuck 'em)
Got in the gutter, start singin' 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 (brrt), I make 'em take a seat like he was with Wendy (brrt)
Catch him at breakfast, I catch him at the club, like DJ Envy, give him shots of Henny (mm, shots of henny)
How many shots? I don't know, gave him plenty
I left that boy tipsy, you shouldn't offend me (brrt)
Fall in the party, I got the bih movin' (got the bih 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 (my Amiri's), fuckin' a groupie she screamin' out period (out period)
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 gangsta, but act like a yogi (what?)
Say you a killer, well nigga come show me (what? C'mere)
Started approachin', then he did aerobics (brrt)
So much cheese on me, I'm gettin' 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 side piece but got a promotion (ayy)
Glock or the Draco (Draco), boy, you better lie low (lie low)
Pop-out when the case over (case over), pop-out when the case closed (case closed)
Wonder where his face go (his face go), give that boy a halo (halo)
My shooter off the meds, he be tweakin' if I say so (what? Yeah), bitch (c'mere)
Nigga, ayy, six, nigga (brrt), huh, nigga, bitch (brrt)
Ayy, said I was done, I'm back at it again (keep all that)
Back in the car (keep all that), we spinnin' the bin
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Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Bryson Lashun Potts, Ryan Nerby
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