Shotta Flow - NLE Choppa (lyrics) [Intro] I wish everything I touch would turn to gold NLE, you heard me? Baby Mexico Choppa, man, Top Shotta Baby Mexico Shotta, you heard me? We finna talk our shit, you heard me? YNR (Yeah) Midas got a jugg, ayy (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I\u0027m with the shit like I\u0027m Dennis I started this shit, I\u0027ma finish Niggas be hatin\u0027, tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope Extended clip long as a rope We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold I knew that boy was a ho Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin\u0027 What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin\u0027? I am a beast, you cannot tame it Don\u0027t point a finger, this shit can get dangerous These niggas hatin\u0027, these niggas plottin\u0027 Ooh, he got money, I\u0027m runnin\u0027 his wallet You say you a killer, lil\u0027 nigga, stop it In a shootout, your gun was droppin\u0027 You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard My niggas, they scammin\u0027, they swipin\u0027 them cards I am so high that I\u0027m talkin\u0027 to stars I\u0027m gone off them jiggas, I\u0027m poppin\u0027 them bars Don\u0027t mind my pimpin\u0027, bitch, don\u0027t sweat me Chopper got a kick, call that shit Jet Li Sauce Gang dripped up, what is your recipe? Gon\u0027 get an F if a nigga try testin\u0027 me Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala Hit the party fifty deep, nothin\u0027 but my shottas Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him So many bullets, it confused the doctor Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks Fuck a headshot, I\u0027ma shoot him in the back Three-point-five rolled up in the Cack\u0027 We don\u0027t smoke reggie, this shit called gas I\u0027m sticked up like a blind man I\u0027m super hot like a frying pan He say that he gon\u0027 take somethin\u0027 from me Ayy, just know, he lyin\u0027, man I\u0027ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle Your bitch suckin\u0027 dick like a Kool-Aid pickle Two bullets in your chest, that\u0027s a nipple And if a nigga run up, I\u0027ma pop him like a pimple Get rich or die tryin\u0027, I\u0027m feelin\u0027 like 50 Brand new chopper got double-D titties Nigga, don\u0027t play me, I don\u0027t get silly Love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah You might also like BACK TO ME \u00a5$, Kanye West & Ty Dolla The Pi Song (100 Digits of \u03c0) AsapSCIENCE Saturn SZA [Interlude] Yeah, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah, ayy Bet, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly [Verse 2] I might just OD, Percs killin\u0027 me slowly Feelin\u0027 like I\u0027m Kobe, can\u0027t nan\u0027 nigga hold me If he wanna run up on me, shoot him like Ginobili And I\u0027m with the shit, lil\u0027 homie, yeah, like I\u0027m Toby (Yeah) And I\u0027m with the shit, lil\u0027 homie, yeah, like I\u0027m Toby, bitch (Yeah) [Outro] Finna ad-lib, keep all that (Like I\u0027m Toby, yeah, yeah) (Like a school shooter named Toby, yeah) Keep all that, Tay, yeah (This shit straight drop, lil\u0027 nigga, no cut) Ayy, Tay, keep all that, keep all that (Straight drop, lil\u0027 nigga, no cut) Yeah, yeah (Up from my hip, yeah)