NLE Choppa – Shotta Flow 5 Lyrics

NLE Choppa Shotta Flow 5 Lyrics

You know what the f— goin’ on
NLE motherfvckin’ Choppa
The Top Shotta, you hear me?
I stand on top of s—
We doin’ this s—, ayy (Go get him, go)

I whip the pack like Ike and Tina, I just copped me a Bimmer (A Bimmer)
Used to ride in steamers (Steamer), I’m hot as jalapenos
B—-, I’m sellin’ out arenas (I’m sellin’ ’em out), they say, “He entertain us” (Entertain)
And if you try to tame us, I bet we leave you stained up (Ayy)
Whole lotta sticks in the house, it’s a gun show
Bullets get him wet like a motherfvckin’ poncho
I don’t think none of y’all n—– want gun smoke
Don’t second guess this s—, I’m gon’ blow (P—-)
Whole lotta shots when it come out the Drac’
Chop a n—- up, then put him in the lake (Brrt)
Shiesty young n—-, they call me a snake
Ayy, f— all that, Trick, shoot ’em in the face

Send a hit at five, he was dead by six (By six)
Got shot seven times, but the eighth shot missed
Nine shots in the clip, could’ve sworn it was ten
Didn’t f— with 12, I was eleven again
I need me a trophy, the best to sin
You n—– ain’t straight, y’all lesbians
And f— your dead homie, I’ll say it again
If he come back to life, he dead again
Try to fight me, he gon’ fight for his life (B—-)
Swing with what? I’ma swing with the pipe
(He’s not cherishin’ it), ayy, take his life
Straight jacket music, I belong in asylum

Felonies and felonies, this what they keep on sellin’ me (Yeah, yeah)
This recipe is deadly, see, I be drippin’ like relish be (Ayy, ayy)
Shoot him in the head, shoulda had on a hard hat (Ayy)
We finish the beef as soon as you start that (Ayy)
B—-, I shoot first, why the f— would I spark back?
If you really a thug, let me see where your heart at (Ayy)
If I say catch a body, lil’ n—-, you catchin’ it?
If I tell you run off, is you really finessin’ it? (Ayy)

If I give you a brick, are you gon’ sell that s—? (Ayy)
If you get in a jam, are you gon’ start tellin’ s—?
Where is the smoke? ‘Cause b—-, I’m inhalin’ it
Just like the army, we got some artillery
Can they free my dawgs? I’m being sincerely
‘Nother opp died, a n—- like, “Seriously?” (Damn, another one?)
N—-, we shot him, and then we killed his brother, damn
We might as well get the mother
N—- say he don’t like doing drills, I love ’em
If my brothers don’t like him, I don’t
Somebody tell him he in trouble
I paid too much for my motherfvckin’ guns for me to scuffle
Gangster young n—-, I feel like Gucci (Gucci)

F—– her so hard, left blood on her coochie
Made her said, “Ooh,” put my thumb in her booty
I’ll be damned, this dumb a– ho just pooted
Who ain’t with the murder? Lil’ n—-, I kill
That night he died, that was my idea
Told my n—– slide, make sure he don’t live
But that’s a lil’ secret, just keep it concealed
My metal a MAC and I bet I attack
It’s a hundred-some shots in this gat, so get back
He thought I was lyin’, that s— was a fact
Got shot in his spine, but you watchin’ his back

(N—- say he don’t like doing drills, I love ’em)
F— you talkin’ ’bout, haha
(Straight, straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)
F— a n—-, what a n—-, f— a n—- mean? (N—- say he don’t like doing drills, I love ’em)
Know what I’m sayin’? Haha
(Straight, straight, straight jacket music, I belong in asylum, straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)
And lil’ Top Shotta, b—-
F— you talkin’ ’bout?