Crab Flow - NLE Choppa

Yeah, yeah

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 ho

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

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?

Blueface, baby

Yeah, yeah, aight

Bitch, I’m a Loc, MAC with the scope

I am big homie, one phone call, they go

Pick the wrong side, Glock put him courtside

Now he watchin' it shoot from the floor

Ooh, hold up, hold up, hold up, let me switch the flow

Bet you ain’t never met a nigga love swimmin'

Pull up like Tracy McGrady from the Pistons

Gotta keep a pistol for a fuck nigga dissin'

Bet this chopper make him dance like a disco

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?

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)

Finna ad-lib, keep all that (Like I’m Toby, yeah, yeah)