you know what the fuck goin’ on
nle motherfuckin’ choppa
the top shotta you hear me
i standontop of shit
wedoin’ this shit ayy go gethim go
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i whip the pack like ike and tina i just copped me a bimmer a bimmer
used to ride in steamers steamer i’m hot as jalapeños
bitch i’m sellin’ out arenas i’m sellin’ ’em out they say he entertain us entertain
and 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
bullets get him wet like a motherfuckin’ poncho
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 it 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 dreek 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 could’ve sworn it was ten
didn’t fuck with i was eleven again
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
straitjacket music i belong in the psych
felonies and felonies this what they keep on sellin’ me yeah yeah
this recipe is deadly see i be drippin’ like relish be ayy ayy
shoot him in the head shoulda had on a hard hat ayy
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 off 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
he say he don’t like doing drills i love ’em
if my brother don’t like him i don’t
somebody tell him he in trouble
i paid too much for my motherfuckin’ guns for me to scuffle
gangster young nigga i feel like gucci gucci
fucked her so hard left blood on her coochie
made her said ooh put my thumb in her booty
i’ll be damned this dumb ass 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 don’t live
but that’s a lil’ secret just keep it concealed
my metal a mac and i bet i attack
it’s a hundredsome 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
he say he don’t like doing drills i love ’em
fuck you talkin’ ’bout haha
strait straitjacket music i belong in the psych
fuck a nigga what a nigga fuck a nigga mean he say he don’t like doing drills i love ’em
know what i’m sayin’ haha
strait strait straitjacket music i belong in the psych straitjacket music i belong in the psych
nle top shotta bitch
fuck you talkin’ ’bout
Artist: Nle Choppa
Year: 2020
Decade: 20s
Language: en
Word Count: 370