paroles de chanson Shotta Flow 2 - NLE Choppa
Ayy,
I'm
finna
go
in
there,
you
heard?
(Haha)
Yeah,
yeah
(Huh),
yeah
(Yeah),
yeah
(Huh)
Yeah
(Yeah),
yeah
(Yeah),
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Yeah
(Yeah,
yeah),
yeah,
huh,
yeah
(Yeah)
Everything's
chrome
in
the
future
Yeah,
yeah
(Yeah)
I
hop
on
the
beat
and
you
know
I'ma
kill
it
My
nigga
lose
screws,
you
know
that
they
drillin'
I
run
up
my
money,
I
love
this
feelin'
Remember
them
days
a
nigga
was
stealin'
Hopped
in
the
game,
I
got
it
on
lock
My
niggas
got
dope,
they
trap
out
they
socks
The
police
pull
up,
we
run
from
the
narcs
We
always
on
go,
you
know
we
don't
stop
Cherry
on
top
when
I
aim
with
the
beam
I'm
burnin'
her
head,
no
Charlie
Sheen
My
hoes,
they
grown,
don't
fuck
with
the
teens
My
bitch,
she
bad,
boujee,
and
mean
Yeah,
fuck
that,
get
back
on
the
sub
If
a
nigga
diss
me,
them
shots
get
to
bustin'
I
ain't
got
time
with
all
that
fussin'
Soon
as
I
see
him,
you
know
that
he
duckin'
Shoot
up
the
spot
and
make
him
move
out
Soon
as
he
move,
I
find
his
house
Don't
fuck
with
the
rats,
don't
fuck
with
the
mouse
If
he
snitch,
put
the
gun
in
his
mouth
He
thought
that
we
was
playin'
'Til
we
pulled
up
with
sticks,
yeah
(No
cap)
Glizzy
got
a
beam
and
it
came
with
a
dick,
yeah
(No
homo)
Choppa
got
a
scope
and
it
came
with
some
tits,
yeah
(Yeah)
Don't
get
fucked
up
out
your
life,
we
shoot
us
a
flick,
yeah
(Yeah)
Whenever
we
aim,
you
know
we
attack
Shoot
through
his
stomach,
it
come
out
his
back
My
niggas,
they
bangin'
and
ready
to
stab
Diss
on
the
set,
get
put
in
a
bag
We
love
the
money,
the
drugs,
the
guns
I
don't
ever
beat
'cause
I'm
countin'
my
funds
I'm
always
workin',
I
don't
have
fun
Before
you
diss
me,
know
your
pros
and
cons
Let's
have
a
shoot
out,
I'm
ready
to
die
Face
to
face,
eye
to
eye
The
last
thing
that
he
saw
was
the
fire
Put
him
on
a
tee,
now
he
up
in
the
sky
My
killers
outside,
they
don't
wanna
be
seen
They
come
in
the
show
if
you
makin'
a
scene
Choppa
R.
Kelly,
let
that
bitch
sing
How
the
fuck
I'ma
miss
when
I
got
me
a
beam?
I'm
done,
sike
I
pull
up
to
shoot,
you
pull
up
to
fight
Shoot
him
in
his
leg,
he
beg
for
his
life
Put
one
in
his
head
like
he
was
on
Skype
Kick
down
the
door
(Yeah),
bitch,
get
on
the
floor
(The
floor)
Where
is
the
bread?
'Cause
we
need
all
the
dough
Give
me
the
cash
(The
cash),
I
came
for
the
bag
(The
bag)
If
he
do
somethin'
sheisty,
put
one
in
his
ass
(Rrrah)
Shot
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