shotta flow 5

you know what the fuck going on

nle muhfuckin' choppa

the top shotta

you hear me?

i stand on top of shit

we doin' this shit

ay

i whip the pat like a container

i just copped me a beamer

used to ridin' steamers

i'm hot as jalapenos

bitch

i'm sellin' out arenas

they say he entertain us

then if you try to tame us

i bet we leave you stained up

whole lotta sticks in the house

it's a gun show

bullets get him wet like a motherfuckin' poncho

i don't think none of y'all niggas want gun smoke

don't second guess this shit

i'm gon' blow

whole lotta shots when they come out the drac'

chop a nigga up

then put him in the lake

shots

see a nigga

they call him a snake

ayy

fuck all that

trick

shoot 'em in the face

send the hit and the fire

he was dead by six

got shot seven times but the eighth shot missed

nine shots in the clip

coulda swore that it was ten

didn't fuck with 12

i was eleven again

i need me a trophy

the best to send

you niggas ain't straight

y'all lesbians

and fuck your dead homie

i say it again

if he come back to life

he dead again

try to find me

he gon' fight for his life

swing with what?

i'ma swim' with the pipe

i take his life

straight jacket music

i belong in asylum

felonies and felonies

they're what they keep on sellin' me

this recipe is deadly

see i be drippin' like relish me

ayy

ayy

shoot him in the head

shoulda had on the hard hat

we finish the beef as soon as you start that

bitch

i shoot first

why the fuck would i spark back?

if you really a thug

let me see where your heart at

if i say catch a body

lil' nigga

you catchin' it?

if i tell you run out

is you really finessin' it?

if i give you a brick are you gon' sell that shit?

if you get in a jam

are you gon' start tellin' shit?

where is the smoke

'cause bitch

i'm inhalin' it

just like the army

we got some artillery

can i free my dawgs

i'm being sincerely?

another opp died

the nigga

like seriously?

damn

another one? nigga

we shot him

and then we killed his brother

damn

we 'bout to go get the money

you say he don't like doing drills

i love 'em

if my brother don't like them

i don't

somebody tell him he in trouble

i paid too much for my mothafuckin' guns for me to scuffle

gotcha young nigga

i feel like gucci

fuck so hard

left blood all on the coochie

money said

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