Lyrics Shotta Flow 7 (feat. Lil Mabu) - Remix - NLE Choppa , Lil Mabu
Yeah,
yeah,
I
jump
the
gun
The
Top
Shotta
(YGA),
bomb
like
Al-Qaeda
(Had
to
put
a
real
shooter
on
this
motherfucker)
hmm
Finale,
finito,
uh
(gang,
gang,
YGA,
grrah)
Yeah
(grrah),
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
I
was
missin'
the
action
like
Chrisean
tooth
(Tay
Keith,
fuck
these
niggas
up)
Back
leg
loose
like
a
nigga
had
to
poot
I'm
a
God
in
Memphis,
who
bigger
than
me?
(Who
bigger
than
me?)
Shit
that
they
did,
I
did
at
sixteen
(sixteen)
He
flexin'
his
money,
we
know
that
he
broke
(know
that
he
broke)
Dick
in
her
mouth,
NLE
throat
coat
He
pressed
by
the
girl
that
fuckin'
the
city
He
tender
(he
tender),
we
call
him
Diddy
(let's
go)
Choppa
so
big,
knock
the
weight
off
Biggie
(brr,
brr,
brr)
I'm
somethin'
like
pussy,
this
shit
it
get
sticky
Got
millionaire
mode,
I
don't
plan
on
glitchin'
I'm
back,
nigga,
like
I
had
an
addiction
Dropped
him,
let's
go
(ooh)
He
couldn't
take
those,
nah
Switches
and
Dracos,
yeah
Shooters
on
payroll
Nigga
don't
want
no
smoke,
they
Snoop
Dogg
(Snoop
Dogg)
We'll
show
up
at
your
door
like
a
U-Haul
(U-Haul)
Lil'
nigga
big
pistol
stand
tall
(stand
tall)
Quick
to
pop
a
nigga
ass
like
a
Adderall
(Adderall)
Shakin'
the
spot
like
a
ass
or
somethin'
(ass
or
somethin')
Lil'
bruh
sped,
he
crash
for
nothin'
(crash
for
nothin')
Walk
out
the
house
with
a
mask
and
gun
(mask
and
gun)
Better
hold
yo'
breath
like
a
asthma
pump
Move
like
the
Pope,
hundred
some
shots
in
the
Ghost
(brrah)
Better
think
twice,
don't
approach
(brrt,
brrt)
No
regular
Glocks,
know
that
it
came
with
a
box
We
steppin'
like
shoes
and
socks
(brrt,
brrt)
One
of
the
realest,
how
can
you
not
mention?
We
slid
out
the
Civic,
now
Rolls-Royce
whippin'
(skrrt)
Suckin'
and
grippin',
double
jerk
and
twist
it
She
killin'
my
kids
like
abortion
clinics
Shoot
him
in
the
tongue,
he
a
slut
Mabu
got
the
last
lick,
how
it
feel,
bruh?
(ha)
Type
to
put
a
orange
tip
on
a
real
gun
I
could
up
a
nerf,
I
bet
they
still
run
(you
straight)
Mabu
took
your
babe
(on
god)
You
should
know,
I
don't
swing
that
way
(nah-uh)
You
owe
me
cash
for
the
fame,
I
don't
owe
you
no
ass,
okay?
We'll
leave
a
nigga
blue
when
the
face
hot
Nigga
want
the
fame,
knowin'
he
had
to
go
to
jail
the
next
day?
Pussy
boy,
you
somethin'
like
my
bitch
Rose
Toy
KKK,
got
Ks
on
Ks
Wanna
fuck
Kim
K
and
make
Kanye
watch
Mr.
Take
your
bae,
YGA
(ayy)
I
like
fun
games,
shoot
a
bun
like
a
box
Ayy,
squeeze
it,
pop
it,
his
top,
crop
it
How
you
a
real
nigga
beatin'
your
Barbies?
Kill
him,
stop
it,
football
prospect
Rather
ask
Floyd
Mayweather
come
box
me
I
don't
wanna
box,
I
got
a
stick
(baow,
baow)
I
box
your
bitch
and
I
bust
her
the
lip
(huh)
As
a
minor
(on
god)
and
not
the
lip
with
her
saliva
Body
part
rhymes
with
China
(vagina)
You
know
I
had
to
get
behind
her
(behind
her)
Nut
in
her
eyes,
gotta
blind
her
(oops,
blind
her)
No
face,
no
case,
reminder
(reminder)
Mabu
good
at
the
cookout,
every
hood,
every
trap
house
On
this
block,
we
gon'
stake
out
And
I'm
givin'
out
free
clout,
box
em'
up
like
takeout
Let's
go,
let's
go,
let's
go
I
might
just
O-,
fuck
that
(ayy,
fuck
that)
Percs
killin'
slow-,
fuck
that
(say,
fuck
that)
If
I
see
his
hoe
fuckin'
(come
here)
Last
Shotta
Flow
Fuck
it,
fuck
it,
fuck
it,
fuck
it,
fuck
it,
fuck
it
Fuck
it,
fuck
it,
fuck
it,
fuck
it,
fuck
it,
fuck
it
Fuck
it,
fuck
it,
fuck
it,
brr
He
flushin'
(fuck
it)
Mabu,
NLE,
we
bustin'
Top
Shotta,
Top
Shotta,
Top
Shotta
Better
blow
your
bitch
if
you
clutchin'
YGA,
YGA,
NLE
Lil'
bruh,
he'll
spin
for
nothin'
(YGA)
Gave
his
ass
a
Perc'
30
God
Mabu
(gabu)
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