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Letra : Top Shotta Flow
I wish everything I touch would turn to gold
NLE, you heard me
Baby Mexico Choppa man, top shotta
Baby Mexico shotta
We finna talk our shit, you heard me
Why not? Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis
I started this shit I'ma finish
Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image
Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
Extended clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
I knew that boy was a hoe
Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'
What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot tame it
Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous
These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin'
Ooh, he got money I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a killer, lil' nigga stop it
In a shoot out your gun was droppin'
You really a fraud
You cannot stomp on his yard
My nigga they scammin', they swipin' them cards
I am so high that I'm talking' to stars
I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars
Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me
Choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li
Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe?
Don't get a F if a nigga try to testin' me
Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
Hit the party fifty deep, nun' but my shotta
Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him
So many bullets it confused the doctor
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back
3.5 rolled up in the cack
We don't smoke Reggie, this shit called gas
I'm sticked up, like a blind man
I'm super hot, like a frying pan
He said that he gon' take some from me
Ayy, just know, he lyin' man
I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle
Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle
Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple
And if a nigga run up I'ma pop him like a pimple
Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50
Brand new choppa got double d titties
Niggas don't play me I don't get silly
Love all the beef like a southwest Philly, yeah
Yeah, love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeah
Ayy, bitch, love all the beef like a southwest deli
I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' nigga hol' me
If he wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili
And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
Bitch!
Finna ad-lib, keep all that
(Like a school shooter, like I'm Toby, yeah)
Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh)
(This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)
Ayy Tay, keep all that
(Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)
Keep all that, yeah, yeah
(Up from my hip, yeah)
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 niggas, they say that I'm fake
Them niggas was bitches, wasn't makin' shit shake
I can run this shit up make a K in a day
We was robbin', and scammin', and duckin' 'em pigs
I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble
I was down on my dick had to rap for a [?]
[?] ride in a lambo
I tell you my problems, I bet you can't handle it
My niggas they trap out the [?]
The [?] bando
Gang, gang, 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, ho
Slide on that boy, yeah, we ride in the night
[?] dying tonight
Left my phone at the crib, yeah, I'm doing it right
My nigga on the drill, my Glock on the right
Step one, step two, hop out on feet
Why the fuck is you runnin'? He playing with me
Put one in his noggin', he laying, he sleep
[?]
Make a killin' off a show, then get a nigga killed
Get a nigga [?], put him on a [?]
Drank in the cup, sip out the seal
[?], he not my nigga
We do this for real, we never gon' quit
We know what it is, we [?]
He ain't gonna do it unless he off a pill
Swear I was sober when I [?]
Cut off some niggas, they say that I'm fake
Them niggas was bitches, wasn't makin' shit shake
I can run this shit up make a K in a day
We was robbin', and scammin', and duckin' 'em pigs
I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble
I was down on my dick had to rap for a [?]
[?] ride in a lambo
I tell you my problems, I bet you can't handle it
NLE, you heard me
Baby Mexico Choppa man, top shotta
Baby Mexico shotta
We finna talk our shit, you heard me
Why not? Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis
I started this shit I'ma finish
Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image
Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
Extended clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
I knew that boy was a hoe
Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'
What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot tame it
Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous
These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin'
Ooh, he got money I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a killer, lil' nigga stop it
In a shoot out your gun was droppin'
You really a fraud
You cannot stomp on his yard
My nigga they scammin', they swipin' them cards
I am so high that I'm talking' to stars
I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars
Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me
Choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li
Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe?
Don't get a F if a nigga try to testin' me
Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
Hit the party fifty deep, nun' but my shotta
Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him
So many bullets it confused the doctor
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back
3.5 rolled up in the cack
We don't smoke Reggie, this shit called gas
I'm sticked up, like a blind man
I'm super hot, like a frying pan
He said that he gon' take some from me
Ayy, just know, he lyin' man
I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle
Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle
Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple
And if a nigga run up I'ma pop him like a pimple
Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50
Brand new choppa got double d titties
Niggas don't play me I don't get silly
Love all the beef like a southwest Philly, yeah
Yeah, love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeah
Ayy, bitch, love all the beef like a southwest deli
I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' nigga hol' me
If he wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili
And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah
Bitch!
Finna ad-lib, keep all that
(Like a school shooter, like I'm Toby, yeah)
Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh)
(This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)
Ayy Tay, keep all that
(Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)
Keep all that, yeah, yeah
(Up from my hip, yeah)
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 niggas, they say that I'm fake
Them niggas was bitches, wasn't makin' shit shake
I can run this shit up make a K in a day
We was robbin', and scammin', and duckin' 'em pigs
I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble
I was down on my dick had to rap for a [?]
[?] ride in a lambo
I tell you my problems, I bet you can't handle it
My niggas they trap out the [?]
The [?] bando
Gang, gang, 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, ho
Slide on that boy, yeah, we ride in the night
[?] dying tonight
Left my phone at the crib, yeah, I'm doing it right
My nigga on the drill, my Glock on the right
Step one, step two, hop out on feet
Why the fuck is you runnin'? He playing with me
Put one in his noggin', he laying, he sleep
[?]
Make a killin' off a show, then get a nigga killed
Get a nigga [?], put him on a [?]
Drank in the cup, sip out the seal
[?], he not my nigga
We do this for real, we never gon' quit
We know what it is, we [?]
He ain't gonna do it unless he off a pill
Swear I was sober when I [?]
Cut off some niggas, they say that I'm fake
Them niggas was bitches, wasn't makin' shit shake
I can run this shit up make a K in a day
We was robbin', and scammin', and duckin' 'em pigs
I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble
I was down on my dick had to rap for a [?]
[?] ride in a lambo
I tell you my problems, I bet you can't handle it
