Shotta Flow 6 Lyrics by NLE Choppa is the latest English song from the album “Me vs. Me”. Shotta Flow 6 lyrics were written by KINGFISHER, CashMoneyAP & NLE Choppa while the song is produced by KINGFISHER & CashMoneyAP.
Shotta Flow 6 Song Details:
| Song | Shotta Flow 6 |
| Album | Me vs. Me |
| Singer | NLE Choppa |
| Produce by | KINGFISHER & CashMoneyAP |
| Lyricist | KINGFISHER, CashMoneyAP & NLE Choppa |
Shotta Flow 6 Lyrics
CashMoneyAP
Yeah, yeah
Said I was done, I’m back at it again
Back in the car, we spinnin’ the Benz
Slide at yo’ man, I’ma shoot at yo’ friend
Knock him down and then we do it again
Glock automatic, I changed the pin
Pull a car jack and we changed the VIN
Don’t give a fuck, we lettin’ you in
Knuck if you buck, knock the brain off his skin
Tell ’em get low like we doin’ limbo
Cause I’m steppin’ fo’ sure
You get hit in yo’ throat
Never aimin’ at yo’ motherfuckin’ toe
That’s where the tag go and I up the score
Ask my bro is he puffin’ on Joe
He was tellin’ me “No, it’s the nigga we smoked”
I didn’t know until I seen a ghost so I called up Ghostbusters to “Swallow that ghost”
Dick in her mouth, she keep gaggin’ and suckin’
Nut on her cheeks, she was laughin’ and blushin’
Grabbing my heat, I be clutchin’ for nothing
Crash out then we get to uppin’ in public
These .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 untucking and got me a bucket
I shot at the car when a nigga was seven
When I turned eleven, I turned to a felon (Ayy, ayy)
My nigga was faking, 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 let it burn, can’t fuck with no rubber
We let it burn like he fuck with no Jimmy
My name holding weight, but a nigga be skinny
I’m sheisty like Pooh, but I’m not talkin’ Winnie
Shoot at yo’ committee
I’m talkin’ no kizzy
Yeah, no kizzy
-dizzy
I make ’em take a seat like he was at wendy’s
Catch him at breakfast, catch him at the club
Like DJ Emii, give him shots of Henny
How many shots?
I don’t know, gave him plenty
I let that boy test me, if you still [?]
Fall in the party, I got this bitch moving
All in the crowd with my motherfucking jewelry
Reach and I get me a trial and a jury
Know I’m a rapper, I’m also security guard
[?]
Start to approach me, then he hit da woah (Brrr)
[?]
Put the squeeze on him [?]
She better get on her on knees, and then she touch da floor
She went to SouthEastern and got promotion
Glock or the Draco
Boy you better lay low
Pop out when the case closed
Hop out when the case closed
Wonder where his face go
Give that boy a halo
My shooter, is out the meds, he be tweakin’, if I say so bitch
Nigga
Ayy, six, nigga (Brrr)
Nigga, bitch
Ayy, said I was done, I’m back at it again
Back in the car (Call that), we spinnin’ the Benz