Blueface, baby Yeah, yeah, aight Bitch, I'm a Loc, MAC with the scope I am big homie, one phone call, they go Pick the wrong side, Glock put him courtside Now he watchin' it shoot from the floor Ooh, hold up, hold up, hold up, let me switch the flow Choppa got a chopper, make a wrong move, bet he pop ya Bitch call me daddy, bitch call me papa That boy bologna, bitch, I'm vegan You know if I hit it, then it was on camera Hopped off the bus, then I hopped in a Porsche (Panamera) On Forgis, sittin' on a four piece With a biscuit I play with fire, sometimes I burn bridges Bet you ain't never met a nigga love swimmin' Pull up like Tracy McGrady from the Pistons Gotta keep a pistol for a fuck nigga dissin' Bet this chopper make him dance like a disco I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis I started this shit, I'ma finish Niggas be hatin', 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 (Huh?)
Slide at yo’ man, I’ma shoot at yo’ friend Knock him down and then we do it again Glock automatic, I changed the pin Pull a car jack and we changed the VIN. 1 Shotta Flow 3 (Freestyle) Lyrics Intro Ayy Nigga know what the fuck goin' on Shotta Flow 3 Fuck the police Put a nigga on a tee A nigga get beat, you heard me Nigga know what the fuck goin'.
You cannot stomp on his yard My nigga they scammin', they swipin' them cards I am so high that I'm talking' to stars I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me Choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe? Don't get a F if a nigga try to testin' me Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala Hit the party fifty deep, nun' but my shotta 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'ma shoot him in the back 3.Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin' What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'? I am a beast, you cannot tame it Don't point a finger, this shit can get dangerous These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin' Ooh, he got money? I'm runnin' his wallet You say you a killer, lil' nigga, stop it In a shootout, your gun was droppin' You really a ho You pull up, I let that bitch blow And just like some tissue, we wipin' your nose I was on stage with the strap at my show If you play, I'ma blow, put a tag on your toe Wet a nigga up, send him straight to the doctor Two bullets in his chest, make the fuck nigga holler I'm a big dog, Great Dane, nigga, you a toddler Bitch nigga, you my son, so that make me a father, yeah I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis I started this shit, I'ma finish Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke?. CashMoneyAP Yeah, yeah Said I was done, I’m back at it again Back in the car, we spinnin’ the Benz. Top Shotta Flow Lyrics (Intro) Turn the reverb down a little bit NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (x4) Chorus Cut off some niggas, they say. 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' What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'? I am a beast, you cannot tame it Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin' Ooh, he got money I'm runnin' his wallet You say you a killer, lil' nigga stop it In a shoot out your gun was droppin' You really a fraud Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis I started this shit I'ma finish Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke?.
I wish everything I touch would turn to gold NLE, you heard me Baby Mexico Choppa man, top shotta Baby Mexico shotta We finna talk our shit Why not? Yeah Yeah, yeah