Nle Choppa - Shotta Flow 4 Feat Chief Keef Lyrics

Ayy
Put the beam on my Glock for more accuracy
Bitch, you know that I'm tough like a refugee (CashMoneyAP)
Boy, you know you get dead if you step to me (Brrt)
I was only 15 with a felony (Yeah, yeah)
Whole lotta opps so the party got wrecked (Ayy)
Big ass crip but it's blood on the set (Ayy)
Call the Glock Nike, put a nigga in check (Ayy)
How he gon' breathe when I shot him in the neck? (Ayy)
Check, the opps stay famous, I put 'em on TV (Brrt)
It's a house on my neck and it's filled with VV's (Bitch)
I walked down on him and he didn't even see me (Bitch)
Hollow tips in this Glock, this shit is not BB's
I'm the only rapper that's down for a body (Down for a body)
I don't need the drugs, I don't need no Molly (Don't need no Molly)
Bitch I'm EBK, I'll shoot everybody (Brrt, brrt)
I always got this gun, it's glued to my body
Shoot him in the hip if he turn into a runner (Ayy)
Gun in the purse, it's like my nigga name's Gunna (Ayy)
Catch him on the e-way , I'ma flip the whole Honda (Ayy)
African shooters, I call 'em Wakanda (Ayy)
If he wanna do it, tell 'em I'm ready (I'm ready)
Knock out his brains, it look like spaghetti
Shoot at the cops like Corey Maggette (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm Don Dada, my hair be dreaded
Hol' up, hol' up
I'm on a Perc' in this motherfucka
Get dirty in this motherfucka
Get put on a shirt in this motherfucka
If a nigga want smoke, if a nigga want smoke
I'ma get his ass hurt in this motherfucka
Big Drac' when I slide in a motherfucka (Slide in a motherfucka)
Nigga playin', he dyin' in this motherfucka (He dyin' in this motherfucka)
If a nigga really want that shit, he can get that shit
Got the Glock on the hip, I'ma shoot that bitch (Dumbass)
AR-15 with the five-five-six
If a nigga want smoke, he gon' get dismissed (Bitch)
I don't even gotta car, hundred K Audemar
You can see it on my wrist when a bitch gliss (Ice)
Aim got better, I'm not gon' miss
Why the fu*kyou got a gun if you know you a bitch?
Ayy
Bitch, it's too deep, don't get in this water (Bitch)
If we can't find him, we shoot at his daughter (Brrt)
I see that hate but you know I go harder (Yeah)
Bitch, you my son, you know I'm a father (What?)
Demon, you can call me a gremlin (Huh?)
I want the smoke like a motherfuckin' chimney (A chimney)
You get shot in the mouth if you grinnin'
Shotta fam, extortion, we winnin'
Your homie a bitch, you can keep him (He a bitch)
My shooter, uh, die like Latifa (Let's go)
Take a look in my eyes, I'm the reaper (You a bitch)
Bitch, I really don't fu*kwith them people (I don't fu*kwith them people)
And these niggas be on Judgement Day with God, I bust at them people (I'm sorry)
Bitch, you know I'm gon' shoot when I see you
If I was you, I wouldn't want to be you (I wouldn't wanna be you), yeah, yeah
Leave 'em unrecognized, running through homage
Get into a jam and you turn into a gummy (Ayy)
Slammin' on the opps like a nigga Tim Duncan (Ayy, ayy)
I'ma come with a gun, I call it conjunction
Bitch shaking heads, what the fu*kis you doin'? (What you doin'?)
I ain't test hoes, but you know I'm pursuin' 'em
I'm fucking two hoes, I do it congruent
If you diss on my name, your life get ruined (Ayy)
Shoot him in the back, take him out like Ricky (Huh?)
Don't come too close 'cause I'm clutching my Blicky
Got a Glock .26 and it came with a titty (Brrt, brrt)
No biggie with the choppa, get to boppin' like Diddy (Brrt, brrt)
Bitch, you not robbin' shit and I put that on Buddha (Brrt, brrt)
I used to be fine then I turned to the shoota (Brrt, brrt)
Extended the MAC, it look a ruler (Brrt, brrt)
I didn't wanna kill him but I had to change (Brrt)
We on a opp's ass, man, they want us to let up (They wanna let up)
White tee turned red, they thought I hit him with some ketchup (Hit him with some ketchup)
The body count keep risin', I done turned into the devil (Turned into the devil)
They know how we be slidin', bitch, I had to cop a rental (I got the rental)
Huh? Yeah, fuckin' with me
Fuckin' "Shotta Flow 4," is you fuckin' with me?
"Shotta Flow 4," is you fuckin' with me?
We keep them Glocks, and, bitch, we tuckin' semis