Текст песни Top Shotta Flow - NLE Choppa

Turn the reverb down a lil' bit
NLE, Top Shotta (I think we found a loophole)
Turn my vocals up some (brrt)
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

Cut off some n-, they say that I'm fake
Them n- was b-
They weren't makin' sh- shake
Had to run this sh- up, make a K in a day
We was robbin' and schemin' and duckin' them Ks
I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble
I was down on my d-, had to rob for a gavel
In the stolo ridin', now we ride in the Lambos
If I give you my problems, I bet you can't handle

My n-, they trap out the vacant, apartments and bandos
Band man, gang, drum on the choppa, commando
Choppa go on repeat, on repeat just like Soprano
Think that you steppin' to me
I'll leave you where you stand, h-

Slide on that boy, yeah, we ride in the night
I don't care the circumstance he dyin' tonight
Left my phone at the crib, I'm doin' it right
My n- on the drill, my Glock on the right
Step one, step two, hop out on feet
Why the f- is he runnin'? He playing with me
Put one in his noggin, he layin' asleep
They call me, talk sh- like I'm they enemies

Make a killin' off a show, then get a n- killed
Get a n- peeled, put him on the quilt
Drank in the cup, sip out the seal
He went out, said, "He not my n-"
We do this for real, we never gon' squeal
He know what it is, we see that he deal
We ain't gonna do it unless he off a pill
I swear I was sober on all of my drills

Cut off some n-, they say that I'm fake
Them n- was b-
They weren't makin' sh- shake
Had to run this sh- up, make a K in a day
We was robbin' and schemin' and duckin' them Ks
I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble
I was down on my d-, had to rob for a gavel
In the stolo ridin', now we ride in the Lambos
If I give you my problems, I bet you can't handle

Them n- be bruisers, n- ain't shooters
20K on his head, you still ain't do it
Who did you call when y'all got into it?
You know I be tweakin', you know how I pull it
One shot, n- must think I'm p- (What?)
B-, you seen me leave niggas gushy
Big dawg in the hoodie, call me Tookie (What?)
Big man on the block, ask Drew Gooden

Walk down in my ski mask and a hoodie
Say "I'm not killer," you n- be foolin'
Go at my n-, he seen me do it
Shoot up the party, we droppin' them bullets
It's a hundred-some Grapes, you ain't stoppin' them boys
F- with me, you get put in the morgue
I don't threaten no man, I'm a big lil' gangsta
Whole lotta gun residue on my finger

When them n- be hidin', I get a lil' anxious
I'ma shoot up the crib, shoot that b- through the blanket
I'm a real Top Shotta, put it on the map
N- turn ghost when it's time to ride out
This sh- is tatted on my stomach, Top Shotta, it ain't wrong
B-, I'm rasta, for real, Jamaica, it be my stompin'

Cut off some n-, they say that I'm fake
Them n- was b-
They weren't makin' sh- shake
Had to run this sh- up, make a K in a day
We was robbin' and schemin' and duckin' them Ks
I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble
I was down on my d-, had to rob for a gavel
In the stolo ridin', now we ride in the Lambos
If I give you my problems, I bet you can't handle

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, Top Shotta
Top Shotta, mm
Top Shotta, mm, Top Shotta, ayy, Top Shotta