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Juice Wrld - Shotta Flow Remixed Lyrics

[Intro: NLE Choppa]
Yeah
NLE, Top Shotta
Baby Mexico Choppa
Yeah, yeah (Midas got a jugg, ayy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis
I started this shit, I'ma finish
Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image
Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
Extended clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
I knew that boy was a ho

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'
What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot tame it
Don't point a finger, this shit can get dangerous
These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin'
Ooh, he got money? I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a killer, lil' nigga, stop it
In a shootout, your gun was droppin'
You really a ho
You pull up, I let that bitch blow
And just like some tissue, we wipin' your nose
I was on stage with the strap at my show
If you play, I'ma blow, put a tag on your toe
Wet a nigga up, send him straight to the doctor
Two bullets in his chest, make the fuck nigga holler
I'm a big dog, Great Dane, nigga, you a toddler
Bitch nigga, you my son, so that make me a father, yeah
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis
I started this shit, I'ma finish
Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image
Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
Extended clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
I knew that boy was a ho (Huh?)

[Verse 2: Juice]
Hold on
Run up on me then you catchin' a funeral
I scratch it off write it in Roman numerals
I fucked that bitch in the back and I swear that I never loved her I just want to hit her
I fucked that bitch now I'm hitting her sister
Run up on me you get spin like a twister
Told you before I don't fuck with these niggas
I got my hand on on my hand on my trigger, uh, yeah
Imma go get 'em, she on my dick hoppin', I'm callin' her tigger
I tell her "go figure"
She suck through the Tommy's, I’m talkin Hilfiger
Tommy on me, I ain't talking Hilfiger
That bitch a gun
Run up on me, I got heat like the sun
Count up to 2 cause I am not the 1, uh
Better locked up, Akon
All my other niggas they gone
R.I.P to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh
That’s just how it is
I’m in the bank, makin’ it flip, talkin’ that shit
I hit yo bitch just like a lick
I’m with the shits, I pass the 'Roc
Ain’t no assist, bitch on my cock
Run up on me then you get shot
I feel like Bishop, I got the Juice, back when the cut, callin’ it Pac, yuh
I’m in the cut with the nina
I’m wettin’ it up like this shit Aquafina
You run up on me then I’m servin’ em’ bullets like tennis balls
Nigga ain’t talkin’ Serena
All of my niggas get money for real
I do money for shows, I cash out on arenas
I take yo bitch, fuck her
Send to the cleaners
Run up on me then I’m killin’
I swear that my hand on my nina
Don’t want no smoke
All of these niggas ain’t nothin’ but jokes
Run up on me like a like a, whoo, Facebook post, lil nigga, you poked, uh
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis
I started this shit, I'ma finish
Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image
Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
Extended clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
I knew that boy was a ho (Huh?)

[Verse 3: NLE Choppa]
I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't nan' nigga hold me
If he wanna run up on me, shoot him like Ginobili
And I'm with the shit, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby (Yeah)
And I'm with the shit, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, bitch (Yeah)

[Outro]
Finna ad-lib, keep all that (Like I'm Toby, yeah, yeah)
(Like a school shooter named Toby, yeah)
Keep all that, Tay, yeah (This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)
Ayy, Tay, keep all that, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)
Yeah, yeah