NLE Choppa Shotta Flow 6 Lyrics English Translation

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Yeah, yeah, yeah

Shotta Flow 6

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Said I was done, I'm back at it again

Back in the car, and we spinnin' the bin

Slide to your man, I'ma shoot at your friend

Knock him down and then we do it again

Glock automatic, I changed the pin

Pull a carjack and we change the VIN

Don't give a fuck which lane you in

Knuck if you buck, knock the brain out your skin

Tell 'em get low like we doin' limbo

'Cause I'm steppin' for sho', you get hit in your throat

Never aimin' at your motherfuckin' toe

That's where the tag go and I up the score

Askin' my bro is he puffin' on dro

He was tellin' me 'No, it's the nigga we smoked'

I didn't know until I saw a ghost

So I called up Ghostbusters and sold him a bow

Dick in her mouth, she keep gaggin' and suckin'

Nut on her cheeks, she was laughin' and blushin'

Grabbin' my heat, I be clutchin' for nothin'

Crash out elite, get uppin' in public

Big .223 told my nigga to tuck it

When I tell you bust it, you better start bustin'

I saw a witness, but I'm yellin' 'Fuck it'

I started untuckin' and got me a bucket

Assaulted a cop when a nigga was seven

When I turned eleven, I toted a felon

My nigga was snaking, I knew I could smell it

When I'm feelin' threatened, I turn into Melly

Free Melly

One pop, we pop, we made him drop

We spinned his block, stood over tops

We never stop until our Glock go

'Pop, pop, pop' click

Ayy, nigga, you know that I hit

I was up close when I split his shit

Banged the jit, then banged his bitch

Hunnid on it, no aim and shit

Barrel burnin', no cooling kit

Might wax, not claiming it

MC with the hammer, I'm too legit

I got a bitch and she really too thick

She be throwin' her fits when she ain't gettin' dick

Really making me sick, but she do that one trick

When she split on that dick, she got me cummin so quick

And she suck like a tick

And her throat like a crick

Got me hard as a brick, so I shot me a flick

Ayy, she my dawg like Vick

Ayy, do what I say, sit

Say dick, dick, these niggas police, they just be undercover

Know how that be, it can be your own brother

Got in the gutter, start singin' like Usher

But we let it burn like you fuck with no rubber

We let it burn like you fuck with no jimmy

My name holdin' weight, but a nigga be skinny

I'm shiest like Pooh, but I'm not talkin' Winnie

Shoot at your committee, I'm talkin' no kizzy

Yup, no kizzy

Ayy, spin on the block 'til a nigga get dizzy

I make 'em take a seat like he was with Wendy

Catch him at breakfast, I catch him at the club

Like dj Envy, give him shots of Henny

How many shots? I don't know, gave him plenty

I left that boy tipsy, you shouldn't offend me

Fall in the party, I got the bitch movin'

All in the crowd with my motherfuckin' jewelry

Reach and I get me a trial and a jury

Know I'm a rapper, I'm also secure

Lil' Uzi tucked up in my Amiris

Fuckin' a groupie, she screamin' up here

Bitch was too wet 'cause I knocked on her period

She said it's the dick for me, period

Greatest to do it, need to bring me a trophy

Know that I'm gangster, but act like a yogi

Say you a killer, well, nigga, come show me

Started approachin', then he did aerobics

So much cheese on me, I'm gettin' loaded

Put the squeeze on 'em, I left him bloated

She better on her knee, I wo n't sugarcoat it

She was the sidepiece but ella got a promotion

Glock or the Draco

Boy, you better lay low

Pop out when the case over

Pop out when the case closed

Wonder where his face went

Give that boy a halo

My shooter off the meds, he be tweakin' if I say so

Ayy, ayy, 6, nigga

Yeah, bitch

Ayy, said I was done, I'm back at it again

Back in the car, and we spinnin' the bend

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