Killa Flow lyrics

[Intro]
I wish everything I touch would turn to gold
NLE, you heard me?
Baby Mexico Choppa, man, Top Shotta
Baby Mexico Shotta, you heard me?
We finna talk our sh*t, you heard me?
YNR (Yeah)
Midas got a jugg, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Choppa]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the sh*t like I'm Dennis
I started this sh*t, I'ma finish
n*ggas 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
Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'
What is your set, n*gga? What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot tame it
Don't point a finger, this sh*t can get dangerous
These n*ggas hatin', these n*ggas plottin'
Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a killer, lil' n*gga, stop it
In a shootout, your gun was droppin'
You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard
My n*ggas, they scammin', they swipin' them cards
[Verse 1: Choppa]
I am so high that I'm talkin' to stars
I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars
Don't mind my pimpin', b*tch, don't sweat me
Chopper got a kick, call that sh*t Jet Li
Sauce Gang dripped up, what is your recipe?
Gon' get an F if a n*gga try testin' me
Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
Hit the party fifty deep, nothin' but my shottas
n*gga tried me so you know I had to pop him
So many bullets, it confused the doctor
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
f*ck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back
Three-point-five rolled up in the Cack'
We don't smoke reggie, this sh*t called gas
I'm sticked up like a blind man
I'm super hot like a frying pan
He say that he gon' take somethin' from me
Ayy, just know, he lyin', man
I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle
Your b*tch suckin' di*k like a Kool-Aid pickle
Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple
And if a n*gga run up, I'ma pop him like a pimple
Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50
Brand new chopper got double-D titties
n*gga, don't play me, I don't get silly
Love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah
[Interlude]
Yeah, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah, ayy
Bet, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly

[Verse 2]
I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't nan' n*gga hold me
If he wanna run up on me, shoot him like Ginobili
And I'm with the sh*t, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby (Yeah)
And I'm with the sh*t, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, b*tch (Yeah)
Finna ad-lib, keep all that (Like I'm Toby, yeah, yeah)
(Like a school shooter named Toby, yeah)

[Verse 3: Juice]
Hold on
Run up on me then you catchin' a funeral
I scratch it off write it in Roman numerals
I f*cked that b*tch in the back and I swear that I never loved her I just want to hit her
I f*cked that b*tch now I'm hitting her sister
Run up on me you get spin like a twister
Told you before I don't f*ck with these n*ggas
I got my hand on on my hand on my trigger, uh, yeah
Imma go get 'em, she on my di*k 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 b*tch 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 n*ggas 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 sh*t
I hit yo b*tch just like a lick
I’m with the sh*ts, I pass the 'Roc
Ain’t no assist, b*tch on my c*ck
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 sh*t Aquafina
You run up on me then I’m servin’ em’ bullets like tennis balls
n*gga ain’t talkin’ Serena
All of my n*ggas get money for real
I do money for shows, I cash out on arenas
I take yo b*tch, f*ck 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 n*ggas ain’t nothin’ but jokes
Run up on me like a like a, whoo, Facebook post, lil n*gga, you poked, uh
I'm a rich n*gga you broke, uh
[Chorus: Choppa]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the sh*t like I'm Dennis
I started this sh*t, I'ma finish
n*ggas 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
Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'
What is your set, n*gga? What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot tame it
Don't point a finger, this sh*t can get dangerous
These n*ggas hatin', these n*ggas plottin'
Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a killer, lil' n*gga, stop it
In a shootout, your gun was droppin'
You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard
My n*ggas, they scammin', they swipin' them cards