We hit the plug, then we ran off and start jugging We upping Glocks on everybody mugging Tell the plug bring the pints in by the dozens Me and the plug cool, thought we were cousins I see 'em watching, they keeping tabs They tryna see what I got, do the math They don't even know I spent five on some Rafs They don't even know my head high like giraffe Nut in her mouth then I'm kicking her out We pushin' up to see what you talk 'bout Been fucking hoes even before the clout Pints in the fridge, pull 'em out in the drought They think I'm older cause I gave 'em game That bitch got famous, I gave her a name RIP Mom, bitch ain't nothin' lame RIP Jason, he gave me that thang Ride with that shit every day 'cause they want me Think I'ma be bro, continue this bitch, I won't be Stay to myself but I want beef Ain't got money, I don't want beef These niggas bitch, they be talkin' to police Trap out the spot, your ho name on the lease Tired of the 'Vette, finna go get a Jeep Trap out the phone, when it ring it go beep Yah, I roll that motherfucking gas up Bought her the twin thirty, stay spittin' gas up Damn, I'm feeling good 'cause I got it Yeah, I only roll Backwood exotics Double-S-G, I'll die for that shit Try to send a ho, you gon' die with that bitch Keep it a hundred, a rack, I won't switch A rack ain't enough, that ain't even a 'fit Bitch I need ten-ten, big ass watch on my arm like Ben-10 Had a young nigga in bushes, he blend in You supposed to be in a hole for somethin' you been did Boy you gon' die, your door getting kicked in I wasn't there, I was somewhere out of state That was a hotel, she don't know where I stay I ride with the K, niggas know we don't play Spent a bag on the skinnies, nigga, ain't nothing gay I rock the Gucci, tote that Desert Eagle Chop with an eye, like to eat people Niggas be tryna be me, we ain't equal I'ma get head from that bitch and eat seafood Chasin' the bag, never chasin' a ho Talk too much, put the beam to his throat Make sure the lick is a green, it's a go Make sure they got pints of lean and they dough Make sure we there, when nobody knows Twelve gauge, somebody in here, let's blow Nobody move, everybody on the floor Look for everything, make sure we score You know I'm official, gotta play this Ride with the Glock in my city, I hate it Don't get mad at your bitch 'cause she ate it I turned her up, that bitch used to be basic
We pushing to start, the car reeking like gas The driver gone zoom becase 12 on our ass Big homie swerving I think we gone crash We swallowing pills and disposing of cash You think my name flash the way you see me dash Im hoppin these fences like hurdles They shooting shells like marios turtles My ops always kno that I try to get to get even come to the trap theres no way that you leaving Tripping off loud but these percs got me geeking I send you to heaven but I aint a deacon Whenever im cruising I keep me a demon Fuck with my homie you eternally sleeping She jump like cricket whenever im skeeting Im shooting you ducking You running this nothing My gun like a ruler She loving the action she dating a shooter She laugh while im tagging but ion got humor Im eating her out im the kitty consumer
im finna fye you tf up...his name is nle choppa not "shotta flow" big bubble um dumb dumb lookin ass, choppa chop chop uglahh, i wish i would known uglahh, i tried, i wish, i saw but didnt know uglahh, minute made you was really made in a minute wun you, frog face ass, lookin like a damn "ummmm" get back long lip ahh, hood you a nigga and a girl uglahh," it dont matter if ya black or whiiite" finish line face ahh Michael Jackson head ahh. im done have a nice day hope i didnt ruin your "shotta flow"
I wish everything I touch would turn to gold NLE, you heard me Baby Mexico Choppa man, top shotta Baby Mexico shotta We finna talk our shit, you heard me Why not? Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 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 hoe 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 the 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 shoot out your gun was droppin' You really a fraud You cannot stomp on his yard My nigga they scammin', they swipin' them cards I am so high that I'm talking' to stars I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me Choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe? Don't get a F if a nigga try to testin' me Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala Hit the party fifty deep, nun' but my shotta Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him So many bullets it confused the doctor Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back 3.5 rolled up in the cack We don't smoke Reggie, this shit called gas I'm sticked up, like a blind man I'm super hot, like a frying pan He said that he gon' take some from me Ayy, just know, he lyin' man I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple And if a nigga run up I'ma pop him like a pimple Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50 Brand new choppa got double d titties Niggas don't play me I don't get silly Love all the beef like a southwest Philly, yeah Yeah, love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeah Ayy, bitch, love all the beef like a southwest deli I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' nigga hol' me If he wanna run up on me, shoot 'em 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, yeah Bitch! Finna ad-lib, keep all that (Like a school shooter, like I'm Toby, yeah) Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh) (This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut) Ayy Tay, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut) Keep all that, yeah, yeah (Up from my hip, yeah)
Here before Nle choppa rapped to it
Iso Meechie lies
I was here wen it was a splurge type beat y u think splurge the picture
Iso Meechie I was here too
Iso Meechie I didn’t rlly pay attention to the beat that much
Novack ik he sound good on the beat tho
Who was here before NLE used this
NLE CHOPPA-SHOTTA FLOW 2
We hit the plug, then we ran off and start jugging
We upping Glocks on everybody mugging
Tell the plug bring the pints in by the dozens
Me and the plug cool, thought we were cousins
I see 'em watching, they keeping tabs
They tryna see what I got, do the math
They don't even know I spent five on some Rafs
They don't even know my head high like giraffe
Nut in her mouth then I'm kicking her out
We pushin' up to see what you talk 'bout
Been fucking hoes even before the clout
Pints in the fridge, pull 'em out in the drought
They think I'm older cause I gave 'em game
That bitch got famous, I gave her a name
RIP Mom, bitch ain't nothin' lame
RIP Jason, he gave me that thang
Ride with that shit every day 'cause they want me
Think I'ma be bro, continue this bitch, I won't be
Stay to myself but I want beef
Ain't got money, I don't want beef
These niggas bitch, they be talkin' to police
Trap out the spot, your ho name on the lease
Tired of the 'Vette, finna go get a Jeep
Trap out the phone, when it ring it go beep
Yah, I roll that motherfucking gas up
Bought her the twin thirty, stay spittin' gas up
Damn, I'm feeling good 'cause I got it
Yeah, I only roll Backwood exotics
Double-S-G, I'll die for that shit
Try to send a ho, you gon' die with that bitch
Keep it a hundred, a rack, I won't switch
A rack ain't enough, that ain't even a 'fit
Bitch I need ten-ten, big ass watch on my arm like Ben-10
Had a young nigga in bushes, he blend in
You supposed to be in a hole for somethin' you been did
Boy you gon' die, your door getting kicked in
I wasn't there, I was somewhere out of state
That was a hotel, she don't know where I stay
I ride with the K, niggas know we don't play
Spent a bag on the skinnies, nigga, ain't nothing gay
I rock the Gucci, tote that Desert Eagle
Chop with an eye, like to eat people
Niggas be tryna be me, we ain't equal
I'ma get head from that bitch and eat seafood
Chasin' the bag, never chasin' a ho
Talk too much, put the beam to his throat
Make sure the lick is a green, it's a go
Make sure they got pints of lean and they dough
Make sure we there, when nobody knows
Twelve gauge, somebody in here, let's blow
Nobody move, everybody on the floor
Look for everything, make sure we score
You know I'm official, gotta play this
Ride with the Glock in my city, I hate it
Don't get mad at your bitch 'cause she ate it
I turned her up, that bitch used to be basic
Oso Dax why’d you steal splurge bars bruh💀💀
@@w.t.dproductions8255 fr dawg☠️☠️☠️☠️
These your bars??
@@aaliyah6130 nope
DreamBigProductions oh nvm
where the beats like this at 🤔
I almost had a asthma attack from rapping over dis
Nle choppa shotta flow pt 2 and its out now
PBE SAVAGE me
all ur beats u make r fuego asf no cap🔥
Why is everything *_khroam?_*
YEA YEA YEA
PLEASE DO ANOTHER BEAT LIKE DIS WITH PIANO N BASE
Dis from no hook needed lil playah
Xoruto ! & Matt 0x. Dont forget the goat
i found yo dumbass
krashtyo archive it’s from Shotta Flow 2 by nle Choppa
We pushing to start, the car reeking like gas
The driver gone zoom becase 12 on our ass
Big homie swerving I think we gone crash
We swallowing pills and disposing of cash
You think my name flash the way you see me dash
Im hoppin these fences like hurdles
They shooting shells like marios turtles
My ops always kno that I try to get to get even
come to the trap theres no way that you leaving
Tripping off loud but these percs got me geeking
I send you to heaven but I aint a deacon
Whenever im cruising I keep me a demon
Fuck with my homie you eternally sleeping
She jump like cricket whenever im skeeting
Im shooting you ducking
You running this nothing
My gun like a ruler
She loving the action she dating a shooter
She laugh while im tagging but ion got humor
Im eating her out im the kitty consumer
you the new metro.
Song otw ❄️
Why did Matt Ox use this beat😫
What song?
^^^
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JUST LIKE A STAIN YEAH YOU GET MOPPED
When rod Cries like nico & dances Like MJ
Ice scream 2 the Musical
Ayeeee this is lit🤘🏻 love the bounce of this beat along with your chords and other layered melodies🔥💥 love that spongebob adlibs as well good work💯
Sout out to these people
Them vibes tho
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Imagine Wetemuh on this 🎱🦅‼️
NLE Choppa rapped on yo beat 💯
Nice ! 🔥
That's the same beat shotta flow used
thats cause if you listen closely to the song you can hear Khroams tag in it since he produced that song
im finna fye you tf up...his name is nle choppa not "shotta flow" big bubble um dumb dumb lookin ass, choppa chop chop uglahh, i wish i would known uglahh, i tried, i wish, i saw but didnt know uglahh, minute made you was really made in a minute wun you, frog face ass, lookin like a damn "ummmm" get back long lip ahh, hood you a nigga and a girl uglahh," it dont matter if ya black or whiiite" finish line face ahh Michael Jackson head ahh. im done have a nice day hope i didnt ruin your "shotta flow"
SlimeBabyK Shawnfrm400 😂😂😂
@@GlockBoyK3 boi shut the fuck up you can't roast period that shit wack
And I know his name nle you damn dummy
nice 💿💿🔥
i need help makin my 808s hit that hard, who finna help me?
turn volume up g
If u Listen to it on fast speed 2x its Goated but listen to it on the Full song not the instrumental
A channel named ”Ben insta LIT Gaming' “ stole this and said he made the beat.
Y’all go to his channel and report and dislike him
Been waiting for mitchsavage to go to this in the car for a couple days now lol
Looped? Isn’t there supposed to be stops?
Look at us wrong then we uppin em glocks
i think my last beat would fit so fucking good to shotta flow 4
Did it?😮💅💯
WHAT DO I KEEP!? WHO IS U TRYIN?!
ICE FOR STREETS!! YOU OVER THERE CRYING!!
Game On Gaming / I FROM DA SKREETS* U OVER THERE CRYIN CUZ YO GIRL ON HER KNEESE AND SHE LAYIN IN THE BED WIT ME
Splurge made a song to this it’s called I got into it
No he didnt
I do not cuff cus I ain’t a cop
I got the lyrics to this beat
This beat was made for the Strip Club
That’s 3
I FROM DA SKREETS
Fursttt
Yo I made a remix to this song
Who heard dis before it was NLE,s
* Original ~ Les Do It instrumental ft. HeadHoncho Tre *
NLE CHOPPA
What song
@@sfg_mrmann Shotta flow pt 2 (Its unrealeased)
@@lamontgoat9716 it sound like it
I wish everything I touch would turn to gold
NLE, you heard me
Baby Mexico Choppa man, top shotta
Baby Mexico shotta
We finna talk our shit, you heard me
Why not? Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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 hoe
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 the 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 shoot out your gun was droppin'
You really a fraud
You cannot stomp on his yard
My nigga they scammin', they swipin' them cards
I am so high that I'm talking' to stars
I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars
Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me
Choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li
Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe?
Don't get a F if a nigga try to testin' me
Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
Hit the party fifty deep, nun' but my shotta
Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him
So many bullets it confused the doctor
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back
3.5 rolled up in the cack
We don't smoke Reggie, this shit called gas
I'm sticked up, like a blind man
I'm super hot, like a frying pan
He said that he gon' take some from me
Ayy, just know, he lyin' man
I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle
Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle
Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple
And if a nigga run up I'ma pop him like a pimple
Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50
Brand new choppa got double d titties
Niggas don't play me I don't get silly
Love all the beef like a southwest Philly, yeah
Yeah, love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeah
Ayy, bitch, love all the beef like a southwest deli
I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' nigga hol' me
If he wanna run up on me, shoot 'em 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, yeah
Bitch!
Finna ad-lib, keep all that
(Like a school shooter, like I'm Toby, yeah)
Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh)
(This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)
Ayy Tay, keep all that
(Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)
Keep all that, yeah, yeah
(Up from my hip, yeah)
soundcloud.com/slbrunog/prod-by-khroam / I JUST WENT KU ONNIS BITCH 🔥
This dude killed the track
soundcloud.com/lileery/gopro
Fw my music