NLE Choppa - Shotta Flow 4 feat. Chief Keef [Official Audio] 

Listen to the official audio for Shotta Flow 4 by NLE Choppa feat. Chief Keef from the album Top Shotta.
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Lyrics:
Ayy, put the beam on my Glock for my accuracy
Bitch, you know that I’m tough like a refugee
Boy, you know you get dead if you step to me
I was only 15 with a felony
Yeah, Whole lotta opps so the party got wrecked
Big ass Crip but it’s blood on the set
Call the Glock Nike, put a nigga in check
How he gon’ breathe when I shot him in the neck
Yeah, the opps they famous, I put ’em on TV
It’s a house on my neck and it’s filled with VV’s
I walked down on him and he didn’t even see me
Hollow tips in this Glock, these shits is not BB’s
I’m the only rapper that’s down for a body
Ion need the drugs, I don’t need no Molly
Bitch I’m EBK, I’ll shoot everybody
I always got this gun, it’s glued to my body
Shoot him in the hip if he turn into a runner
Gun in her purse, like a nigga name Gunna
Catch him on the Eway, I’ma flip the whole Honda
African shooters, I call ’em Wakanda
If he wanna do it, tell him I’m ready
Knock out his brains, it look like spaghetti
Shoot at the opps like Corey Maggette
Bitch, I’m Don Dada, my hair be dreaded
Hol’ up, hol’ up
I’m on a Perc’ in this motherfucka
Get dirty in this motherfucka
Get put on a shirt in this motherfucka
If a nigga want smoke, if a nigga want smoke
I’ma get his ass hurt in this motherfucka
Big Drac’ when I slide in a motherfucka
Nigga playin’, he dyin’ in this motherfucka
If a nigga really want that shit, he can get that shit
Got the Glock on the hip, I’ma shoot that bitch
AR-15 with the five-five-six
If a nigga want smoke, he gon’ get dismissed
Ion even gotta car, hundred K Audemar
You can see it on my wrist when a bitch gliss
Aim got better, I’m not gon’ miss
Why the fuck you got a gun and you know you a bitch Ayy
Bitch, it’s too deep, don’t get in this water
If we can’t find him, we shoot at his daughter
I see that hate but you know I go harder
Bitch, you my son, you know I’m a father
Lil demon, you can call me a gremlin
I want the smoke like a motherfuckin’ chimney
You get shot in your mouth if you grinnin’
Shotta fam, extortion, we winnin’
Your homie a bitch, you can keep him
My shooter a dike like Latifa
Take a look in my eyes, I’m the reaper
Bitch, I really don’t fuck with them people
And it could be on Judgement Day with God, I bust at them people
Bitch, 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 ’em unrecognized, running through homage
Get into a jam and you turn into an gummy
Slammin’ on the opps like a nigga Tim Duncan
I’ma come with a gun, I call it conjunction
Bitch shaking heads, what the fuck is you doin’
I ain’t chasin hoes, but you know I’m pursuin’ ’em
Fuckin two hoes, I do it congruent
If you diss on my name, your life get ruined
Shoot him in the back take him out like Ricky
Don’t come too close ’cause I’m clutching my Blicky
Got a Glock .26 and it came with a titty
No biggie with the choppa, get to boppin’ like Diddy
Bitch, you not robbin’ shit and I put that on Buddha
I used to be fightin I turned to the shoota
Extended the Mag, it look a ruler
I didn’t wanna kill him but I had to do em
We on a opp’s ass, man, they want us to let up
White tee turned red, they thought I hit him with some ketchup
The body count keep risin’, I done turned into the devil
They know how we be slidin’, bitch, I had to cop a rental
Choppa what it is shorty
How you bleedin nigga
You know I be smoking that tookie too
She told me I taste like some Juicy Fruit
She ate me like gum in that coupie coupe
Shoot up his ride, call jiffy lube
The glock say ask that boy Is he cool
Bustin down his block like a inner tube
Urus out, might just paint that bitch blue
He said I don't know him, who is you
He said he a dog, he a Scooby Doo
Im'a sip lean til i'm forty four
I was sixteen riding with a forty four
Imma up a hand gun, at the door
I ain’t be to the raq in a lil minute
But I still ride with my shorties though
Black car white seats, it's a Oreo
Blow em down, twin Glocks, call him Wario (Ay)
fuck everybody, I had the chance I’ll buck everybody
Sayin’ fuck me, no fuck everybody
Got the pole out, better duck everybody
Tell him cool down before he buck at his body
Glock on my lap, call him Buffy the body
Throw him in the ocean, tell him locate at his body
His mom pulling up to come okay his body
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