Since it's release in early January, NLE Choppa's "Shotta Flow" video has amassed more than 12 million views in nearly six weeks. The visual for his breakout record shows a precocious youth who is just as adept at dancing as he is at swinging choppas.
His flows and stylistic choices recall his friend and fellow hometown rapper BlocBoy JB. Yet Choppa is unique. His intensity, voice and dark sense of humor set him apart from the fray. His follow-up record, "Shotta Flow 2," is approaching 2 million views in under a week.
Always business-savvy, Choppa turned down a $3 million dollar deal and opted for a partnership with UnitedMasters, a company that distributes his music while allowing him to keep his masters. With an EP coming in the spring and more videos on the way, the young artist's name is everywhere, even catching the attention of legendary rap mogul Birdman, who he's been spotted sharing studio time with.
Shotta Flow 5
NLE Choppa Lyrics
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NLE muhfuckin' Choppa
The Top Shotta, you hear me?
I stand on top of shit
We doin' this shit, ayy (go, get him, go)
I whip the pack like Ike and Tina, I just copped me a Beamer (a Beamer)
Used to ridin' steamers (steam), I'm hot as jalapeños
Then if you try to tame us, I bet we leave you stained up (ayy)
Whole lotta sticks in the house, it's a gun show (brr, brr)
Bullets get him wet like a motherfuckin' poncho (brr, brr)
I don't think none of y'all niggas want gun smoke
Don't second guess this shit, I'm gon' blow (pussy)
Whole lotta shots when they come out the Drac'
Chop a nigga up, then put him in the lake (brrt)
Shiesty young nigga, they call me a snake
Ayy, fuck all that, Trick, shoot 'em in the face
Send a hit at five, he was dead by six (by six)
Got shot seven times but the eighth shot missed
Nine shots in the clip, coulda swore that it was ten (yeah, yeah)
Didn't fuck with 12, I was eleven again (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I need me a trophy, the best to sin
You niggas ain't straight, y'all lesbians
And fuck your dead homie, I'll say it again
If he come back to life, he dead again
Try to fight me, he gon' fight for his life (bitch)
Swing with what? I'ma swing with the pipe
(He's not cherishin' it)
Ayy, take his life, straight jacket music, I belong in asylum
Felonies and felonies, that what they keep on sellin' me (yeah, yeah)
This recipe is deadly, see, I be drippin' like relish me (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, ayy, shoot him in the head, shoulda had on a hard hat
We finish the beef as soon as you start that (ayy)
Bitch, I shoot first, why the fuck would I spark back?
If you really a thug, let me see where your heart at (ayy)
If I say catch a body, lil' nigga, you catchin' it?
If I tell you run out, is you really finessin' it? (Ayy)
If I give you a brick are you gon' sell that shit? (Ayy)
If you get in a jam, are you gon' start tellin' shit?
Where is the smoke, 'cause bitch, I'm inhalin' it
Just like the army, we got some artillery
Can they free my dawgs? I'm being sincerely
'Nother opp died, a nigga like, "Seriously?"
Damn, another one? Nigga, we shot him, and then we killed his brother
Damn, we might as well get the mother
Nigga say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em
If my brother don't like 'em, I don't
Somebody tell him he in trouble
I paid too much for my mothafuckin' guns for me to scuffle
Gangsta young nigga, I feel like Gucci
Fucked her so hard, left blood on the coochie
Made her say, "Ooh," put my thumb in the booty
I be damned, this dumbass ho just pooted
Who ain't with the murder? Lil' nigga, I kill
That night he died, that was my idea
Told my niggas slide, make sure he won't live
But that's a lil' secret, just keep it concealed
My metal a MAC and I bet I attack
It's a hunnid somethin' shots in this gat, so get back
He thought I was lyin', that shit was a fact
Got shot in his spine but you watchin' his back
(Nigga say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)
Fuck you tal'm 'bout, haha
(Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)
Fuck they gon' do, fuck they thinkin', ayy
(Nigga say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)
You know what I'm sayin'?
(Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)
Uh, uh, lil' Top Shoota, uh, uh, lil' Top Shotta, bitch
Fuck you talkin' about
The lyrics of NLE Choppa's "Shotta Flow 5" are quite explicit and are centered on gang life and violence. In the first section, he establishes himself as the "Top Shotta" and talks about standing on top of things. He then moves on to bragging about his wealth and the things he has, such as a BMW car. He boasts about selling out arenas and the entertainment life he leads. However, he quickly shifts the focus to his involvement in gang life, with references to guns, bullets, and violence. He describes having a lot of guns, many of which are used in a gun show. He also expresses his willingness to kill anyone in his way or those who try to tame him.
In the second section of the song, NLE Choppa continues to speak about violence and how he does not hesitate to use his weapons. He brags about shooting multiple individuals and questions his enemies' loyalty and thuggishness. He talks about his undying loyalty to his gang and how he loves doing drills (which refers to gang-related criminal activities). He also mentions hurting his sexual partner and how he enjoys it. The song ends with him questioning others' loyalty and shooting individuals who go against him.
Line by Line Meaning
You know what the fuck going on
I don't need to explain anything, you should already know
NLE muhfuckin' Choppa
I am NLE Choppa
The Top Shotta, you hear me?
I am the best shooter, understand?
I stand on top of shit
I am superior
We doin' this shit, ayy (go, get him, go)
We are going to take care of business
I whip the pack like Ike and Tina, I just copped me a Beamer (a Beamer)
I am good at selling drugs and just bought a nice car
Used to ridin' steamers (steam), I'm hot as jalapeños
I used to ride public transportation and now I am wealthy
Bitch, I'm sellin' out arenas (I'm sellin' out), they say he entertain us (entertain)
I am popular and entertaining
Then if you try to tame us, I bet we leave you stained up (ayy)
If you try to control us, we will cause problems for you
Whole lotta sticks in the house, it's a gun show (brr, brr)
There are a lot of guns in the house
Bullets get him wet like a motherfuckin' poncho (brr, brr)
The bullets make him bleed
I don't think none of y'all niggas want gun smoke
I don't think any of you want to have a gunfight with me.
Don't second guess this shit, I'm gon' blow (pussy)
Don't hesitate, I will shoot
Whole lotta shots when they come out the Drac'
There are a lot of bullets in the Drac' (gun)
Chop a nigga up, then put him in the lake (brrt)
I will kill someone and dispose of their body
Shiesty young nigga, they call me a snake
People think I am sneaky and untrustworthy
Ayy, fuck all that, Trick, shoot 'em in the face
Just shoot them in the face, no need for discussion
Send a hit at five, he was dead by six (by six)
I arranged for someone to be killed at 5pm and they were dead by 6pm
Got shot seven times but the eighth shot missed
I was shot many times, but the last shot missed
Nine shots in the clip, coulda swore that it was ten (yeah, yeah)
I thought there were ten bullets, but there were only nine
Didn't fuck with 12, I was eleven again (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I avoided the police, it was like being younger again
I need me a trophy, the best to sin
I want recognition for being the best at being bad
You niggas ain't straight, y'all lesbians
You guys aren't tough, you're weak
And fuck your dead homie, I'll say it again
I don't respect your dead friend
If he come back to life, he dead again
If he were to somehow come back to life, I would kill him again
Try to fight me, he gon' fight for his life (bitch)
If someone fights me, they will be fighting for their life
Swing with what? I'ma swing with the pipe (He's not cherishin' it)
What weapon do you have? I will attack with a pipe
Ayy, take his life, straight jacket music, I belong in asylum
I will kill him, my music is crazy, I should be in an asylum
Felonies and felonies, that what they keep on sellin' me (yeah, yeah)
People keep asking me to commit crimes
This recipe is deadly, see, I be drippin' like relish me (yeah, yeah)
My drug recipe is dangerous, but people like it
Ayy, ayy, shoot him in the head, shoulda had on a hard hat
Shoot him in the head, he should have been wearing a hard hat
We finish the beef as soon as you start that (ayy)
We will end the dispute as soon as it starts
Bitch, I shoot first, why the fuck would I spark back?
I shoot first, there's no reason to wait for someone else to shoot
If you really a thug, let me see where your heart at (ayy)
If you're really a tough guy, prove it
If I say catch a body, lil' nigga, you catchin' it?
If I tell you to kill someone, will you do it?
If I tell you run out, is you really finessin' it? (Ayy)
If I tell you to run away, will you really do it well?
If I give you a brick are you gon' sell that shit? (Ayy)
If I give you some drugs, will you sell them?
If you get in a jam, are you gon' start tellin' shit?
If you get caught by the police, will you snitch?
Where is the smoke, 'cause bitch, I'm inhalin' it
I'm looking for a problem and ready to fight
Just like the army, we got some artillery
We are well-armed, like an army
Can they free my dawgs? I'm being sincerely
Can my friends be released from jail? I am asking sincerely
'Nother opp died, a nigga like, "Seriously?"
Another enemy was killed, and it's like, "Seriously?"
Damn, another one? Nigga, we shot him, and then we killed his brother
Wow, another enemy is dead? We killed him and his brother
Damn, we might as well get the mother
We may as well kill the rest of his family too
Nigga say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em
Someone says they don't like practicing (shooting), but I love it
If my brother don't like 'em, I don't
If my brother doesn't like practicing, I don't either
Somebody tell him he in trouble
Tell my brother he's in trouble if he doesn't practice
I paid too much for my mothafuckin' guns for me to scuffle
I paid a lot of money for my guns, so I won't fight with my fists
Gangsta young nigga, I feel like Gucci
I am a gangster, and I feel like I'm Gucci Mane
Fucked her so hard, left blood on the coochie
I had sex with her so hard that she bled
Made her say, "Ooh," put my thumb in the booty
I put my thumb in her butt and she moaned
I be damned, this dumbass ho just pooted
Wow, this stupid girl just farted
Who ain't with the murder? Lil' nigga, I kill
If you're not down to kill, I am
That night he died, that was my idea
I came up with the plan to kill someone that night
Told my niggas slide, make sure he won't live
I told my friends to go and kill someone and make sure he doesn't survive
But that's a lil' secret, just keep it concealed
Don't tell anyone about our plan
My metal a MAC and I bet I attack
My gun is a MAC and I'm ready to attack
It's a hunnid somethin' shots in this gat, so get back
There are many bullets in this gun, so stay away
He thought I was lyin', that shit was a fact
He didn't believe me, but it was true
Got shot in his spine but you watchin' his back
He was shot in the back, but you're still protecting him
(Nigga say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)
I really enjoy practicing shooting
(Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)
My music is crazy and I should be in an asylum
(Fuck you tal'm 'bout, haha)
What are you even talking about?
(Fuck they gon' do, fuck they thinkin', ayy)
What can they even do? What are they even thinking?
(You know what I'm sayin'?)
Do you understand what I'm saying?
(Uh, uh, lil' Top Shoota, uh, uh, lil' Top Shotta, bitch)
I am the best shooter, the Top Shotta
(Fuck you talkin' about)
What the hell are you talking about?
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Bryson Potts, Courageous Xavier Henri
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@CzJw
Shotta flow 1: Lit music video
Shotta flow 5: Doing the dishes and talking to fruit
@fabghaz1476
Still fire doh
@pureintellectualbeing3575
Still entertaining
@justinlum6546
Talking to fruit 🤣
@anthonywakim1350
Starting to show his true colors
@marc.atlanta
RichWhiteMan Boss u trash
@kiara198923
I love his accent and how respectful he is with his mother.
The Dishes!
@fw10xxxmik3
"Really ma, the dishes" lmao
@kiara198923
@@fw10xxxmik3 ikr
@cherry-or2rk
For sure y'all! 🤟🏼