NLE Choppa – Shotta Flow 3 lyrics

No way, Hozay

I might just K.O., the Perc’ up in my Faygo
Run up on me wrong, turn his head into a bagel
On the opposition block, just like a Lego
I’m big homie, b****, so you know that I got say-so

What you say?
Yeah, man, know what the f*** goin’ on
NLE Choppa, n**** (B****)
Shotta Flow 3 (Yeah)
N**** can get beat (Yeah), I don’t f*** with the police (F*** 12, b****, b****)
F*** he talkin’ ’bout? (Yeah)
What I say? (Crip)
Ayy (Crip), yeah (Crip), yeah (Crip), yeah

Every show that I do, b****, you know that I rock it (Huh?)
The mic in my hand, but the Glock in my pocket (B****)
These n***** keep dissin’, I guess I’m the topic
These bullets gon’ knock the knowledge out his noggin
It’s Shotta Flow 3 and you know I’m a G
Beatin’ my case, I ain’t coppin’ no pleas
You say you a gangster, you say you a stepper
But you cooperated with police (On God)
Step back up then shoot my thunder
You ain’t no boss, lil’ n****, you a runner (Yeah)
This b**** s*****’ my d*** like a flavored cucumber (Ayy)
D*** all in her throat, I was touchin’ her tonsils (Yeah)
Hit from the back, I was pullin’ her hair and I ripped off her frontal (Yeah)
I’m pullin’ his card, that n**** a b****
I ride for my n**** like Morty and Rick (Yeah)
Can’t step out the house unless I got my blick (That Glock)
You can get your a** shot like I’m takin’ a pic’
My n**** Piru but I’m banging the C (The Crip)
If you coming for me, you get put on a tee
If you f****** with me, you gon’ sow what you reap
I’ll throw me some shots out the Glock 23
Ayy, I want all the green like I was a leaf
My gang in the party, we came for peace (Shotta)
Put chops on a opp so his a** got beat
He got his a** jumped by a hundred some feet (B****)
My n*****, they steppin’, I call them some troopers
You was shootin’ at me, but you missed, you a blooper
And when I shot back, b****, I hit, I’m a shooter
Big t****** on a chopper like I’m working at Hooters
I’m on some boss s***, and I’m on some gang s***, you can get your a** stepped on
She calling me racist, she was dark skinned, but I want a redbone
Put his name on this bullet, the trigger I pull it, you better order a headstone (Brrrr)
And now that boy head gone
B**** n****, you a snitch
My n***** they vicious, b****, I am a menace
And let’s have a shootout like I’m in a scrimmage
Got dope in the lab like I was a chemist
Shot him in the teeth, they call me a dentist
Walk down on my opp, I ain’t leavin’ no witness
Shoot a hundred some shots, I won’t stop ’til it finish
I break in your house like I came through the chimney
And I’m high as a b**** ’cause the Perc’ in my Henny
Two .40’s on my waist like I’m rocking some Fendi
B****, I’m making s*** shake like I’m doin’ the shimmy
And she got a fat a**, but that b**** really skinny
And she s*****’ my d***, she in love with my Jimmy John (Yeah, b****)
You talkin’ ’bout bodies, I got me a ton (Ho)
And I’ll get a n**** whacked while I’m kickin’ cack
Smokin’ on a pack and eating a honey bun

I might just K.O., the Perc’ up in my Faygo (Faygo)
Run up on me wrong, turn his head into a bagel (A bagel)
On the opposition block just like a Lego (A Lego)
I’m big homie, b****, so you know that I got say-so, yeah

Shotta s***, no politics
We shoot like Stojaković
Shotta Flow 3
Get your a** beat
B****, I’m Grape Street
Yeah, I’m a Crip, but I’ll wipe a n**** nose
F*** is you sayin’?
Clatt
(Your a** retarded
Ayy, that was so bomb that I started dancin’ in this ho
Girl, that ho so bomb, I started dancin’ on my adlibs)