Shotta Flow 4 (feat. Chief Keef) (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Alex Petit/Bryson Potts/Keith Cozart

NLE Choppa：

Ayy put the beam on my Glock for my accuracy

Yeah

B***h you know that I'm tough like a refugee

CashMoneyAP yeah

Boy you know you get dead if you step to me

Brrt

I was only fifteen with a felony

Yeah yeah

Whole lotta opps so the party got wrecked

Ayy

Big a*s Crip but it's blood on the set

Ayy

Call the Glock Nike put a n***a in check

Ayy

How he gon' breathe when I shot him in the neck

Ayy

Yeah the opps stay famous I put 'em on TV

It's a house on my neck and it's filled with VV's

B***h

I walked down on him and he didn't even see me

B***h

Hollow tips in this Glock this s**t is not BBs

Yeah

I'm the only rapper that's down for a body

Down for a body

I don't need the d**gs I don't need no molly

I don't need molly

B***h I'm EBK I'll shoot everybody

Brrt brrt

Always got the gun it's glued to my body

Shoot him in the hip if he turn into a runner

Ayy

Gun in the purse like a n***a named Gunna

Ayy

Catch him on the E-way I'ma flip the whole Honda

Ayy

African shooters I call 'em Wakanda

Yeah yeah

If he wanna do it tell him I'm ready

I'm ready

Knock out his brains it look like spaghetti

Look like spaghetti

Shoot at the opps like Corey Maggette

Yeah

B***h I'm Don Dada my hair be dreaded

Hold up

Hold up on a Perc' in this motherf**ker

N***as get dirt in the motherf**ker

Get put on a shirt in this motherf**ker

If a n***a want smoke if these n***as want smoke

I'ma get his a*s hurt in this motherf**ker

Big Drac' when I slide in the motherf**ker

When I slide in the motherf**ker

N***a play he dyin' in this motherf**ker

He dyin' in this motherf**ker

If a n***a really want that s**t he can get that s**t

Got the Glock on the hip I'ma shoot that b***h

Dumba*s

AR-15 with the 5.56

If a n***a want smoke he gon' get dismissed

B***h

I don't even got a car hundred K Audemar

You can see it on my wrist when the b***h glis'

Aim got better I'm not gon' miss

Why the f**k you got a gun and you know you a b***h

Ayy

B***h it's too deep don't get in this water

B***h

If we can't find him we shoot at his daughter

Brrt

I see that hate but you know I go harder

Yeah

B***h you my son you know I'm a father

What

Lil' demon you can call me a gremlin

Huh

I want the smoke like a motherf**kin' chimney

Like a chimney

You get shot in your mouth if you grinnin'

B***h

Shotta Fam extortion we winnin'

Your homie a b***h you can keep him

He a b***h

My shooter'll die like Latifah

He dead

Take a look in my eyes I'm the reaper

B***h

B***h I really don't f**k with them people

I don't f**k with them people

And it can be on Judgement Day with God I bust at them people

I'm sorry Lord

B***h 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 him unrecognized when I do a homi'

Ayy

Get in a jam and you turn into a gummy

Ayy

Slammin' on the opps like a n***a Tim Duncan

Ayy ayy

I'ma come with a gun I call it conjunction

Ayy

B***h shakin' a*s what the f**k is you doin'

What you doin'

I ain't chasin' h*es but you know I'm pursuin'

I'm f**kin' two h*es I do it congruent

Congruent

If you diss on my name your life get ruined

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 chopper get to boppin' like Diddy

Brrt brrt

B***h you not robbin' s**t and I put that on Buddha

I used to be fine then I turned to the shooter

Extended the mag it look like a ruler

Ayy brrt brrt

I didn't wanna kill him but I had to do him

We on the opps' a*s 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' b***h I had to cop a rental

I copped the rental

Chief Keef：

Choppa what it is shorty

How you bleedin'

Sos' baby

You know I be smoking that Tooky-Took

Smoking that Tooky-Took

She told me I taste like some Juicy Fruit

Taste like some Juicy Fruit

She ate me like gum in that coupey-coupe

In that coupey-coupe

Shoot up his ride call JiffyLube

The Glock said "Ask that boy is he cool"

Is he cool

Bustin' down his block like an inner tube

Inner tube

Urus I might just paint that b***h blue

B***h blue blue

He said that I know him who is you

Who is you

He said he a dog he a Scooby-Doo

I'ma sip lean 'til I'm forty-four

Yeah

I was sixteen ridin' with a 44

I'ma up a handgun at the door

I ain't been to the 'Raq in a lil' minute

Nah

But still ride with my shorties though

Black car white seats it's an Oreo

Blow him down with twin Glocks call me Wario ayy

F**k everybody

I have the chance I'll buck everybody

Bang

Sayin' f**k me no f**k everybody

Bang

Got the pole out better duck everybody

Tell him cool down 'fore he buck his body

Glock on my lap call him Buffy the Body

Throw him in the ocean tell him locate his body

His mom's pulling up to come okay his body ah

Shotta Flow 4 huh

Bah

Ayy

Bah