Memphis-born rapper NLE Choppa broke out this year with single "Shotta Flow," gaining even more popularity with its remix featuring Blueface.

This spurred a record label bidding war reaching more than $3 million, but Choppa decided to sign with independent distribution company UnitedMasters. The 16-year-old has also collaborated with Bhad Bhabie, Smokepurpp and Birdman.

Check out the full lyrics below.

I wish everything I touch would turn to goldNLE, you heard meBaby Mexico Choppa man, top shottaBaby Mexico shottaWe finna talk our shit, you heard meWhy not? YeahYeah, 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

N---as 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, n---a? What is you claimin'?

I am a beast, you cannot tame it

Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous

These n---as hatin', these n---as plottin'

Ooh, he got money I'm runnin' his wallet

You say you a killer, lil' n---a stop it

In a shoot out your gun was droppin'

You really a fraud

You cannot stomp on his yard

My n---a 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 n---a try to testin' me

Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala

Hit the party fifty deep, nun' but my shotta

N---a 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 n---a 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

N---as 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' n---a 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!

(Like I'm Toby, yeah)

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' n---a, no cut)

Ayy Tay, keep all that

(Straight drop, lil' n---a, no cut)

Keep all that, yeah, yeah

(Up from my hip, yeah)



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Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

Written by: Bryson Lashun Potts, Donald Bernard Jr Bailey