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Intro

(NLE Top Shotta, yeah)

(Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm)

(CashMoneyAP)

(Turn the headphones up, look)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, this that Shotta Flow 9, back in that mode, straight out the North

Drop the beat, let me talk to 'em

Verse 1

Ayy, Ayy, stepping in the room, you know the energy is heavy

Young shooter out the Grape, you know the squad is always ready

Used to be posted on the block, we holding down the set

Now I'm running up the numbers, earning all of my respect

Hop out the minivan, the city know the name

NLE the Top Shotta, coming for the game

We was young and we was reckless, trying to make a plan

Standing ten toes down, making sure we never bend

I was fifteen years old, grinding for the dream

Had the whole city watching me build up the team

Grew up solid in the set, we banged the blue and the C

If you run up on the kid, you know I'm bringing the high quality

Ayy, talking crazy on the net, but we know that it's for show

There's no cap when I rap, I've been authentic from the get go,

I got the circle locked down, we watching how it goes

Staying focused on the target, keeping everyone on toes

We don't do no talking down, we build it from the curb

Leave the competition quiet, they can't even say a word

Flashing heavy style, boy, you softer than some curd

Turn the stage into a movie, that's word to my word

NLE the top shotta, keep the music in the locker

If they want the drama, we just out-hustle the mocker

Dressed in fine designer, got the style from the Prada

Boy, this that Shotta Flow, it's non-stop, we going harder!

Verse 2

Ayy, back-to-back inside the ride, we rolling down the strip

Windows tinted heavy, got my shooters equipped

Young and out of control, we used to challenge the block

Every single block we claimed, we had it on lock

Old heads told me slow it down, but I was moving too fast

Told 'em I don't care about the future, I'm stuck in the past

Living by the code of the streets, we don't never speak

If a runner come across the border, make 'em feel weak

Banging on my chest because I know that I'm the toughest

We survived the winters when the pavement was the roughest

Now the diamond chains are freezing on a young boy's neck

But I never forget the days we had to fight for a check

Grape Street baby, put the flag in the air

When we slide through the city, make 'em freeze in despair

No talk, just action when the pressure get applied

I got five real gunners that'll stand by my side

Yeah, we took the hard road, never took the shortcut

Had to keep a heavy metal hanging by my gut

Now the stadium is screaming when I step on the floor

But I'm still that little savage knocking down your front door!

Verse 3

Ayy, Shotta Flow 9, let 'em know it's a wrap

Ain't nobody ever taking Memphis off of the map

Used to be the one they doubted, now I'm running the town

Put a crown on my head, I'll never let it fall down

Remember cold nights, plotting on the porch with the guys

Look into my vision, see the fire in my eyes

We was chasing down the opps, making sure they don't return

Every single bridge we crossed, we made sure it burned

Tough talk get you nothing but a spot in the dirt

I'm the youngest in charge, I'm the one that put in work

Had to show 'em who was boss, had to show 'em who was king

Now the telephone is ringing, making millions off the ring

Keep the circle real small, can't trust a soul in the dark

If you coming for the title, better come with some spark

Top Shotta in the building, yeah, the flow is unmatched

Once I get inside the booth, the whole rhythm get detached

From the North to the East, yeah, they know how I play

Turning nothing into something, doing things the hard way

And it's Shotta Flow forever, boy, you know how we rock

Young savage out the city, and we never gon' stop!

Outro

(Yeah, Shotta Flow 9)

(You know the vibe, straight Memphis shit)

(Young top shotta, free the guys)

(Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm)

(Baow, baow, baow!)