NLE Choppa
作詞：Bryson Potts / Courageous Xavier Henri 作曲：Bryson Potts / Courageous Xavier Henri
You know what the xxxx going on
NLE muhxxxxin' Choppa
The Top Shotta, you hear me?
I stand on top of sxxx
We doin' this sxxx, 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
I'm sellin' out arenas (I'm sellin' out)
They say he entertain us (entertain)
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 motherxxxxer poncho (brr, brr)
I don't think none of y'all nxxxx want gun smoke
Don't second guess this sxxx, I'm gon' blow (lil Cat)
Whole lotta shots when they come out the Drac'
Chop a nxxxx up, then put him in the lake (brrt)
Shiesty young nxxxx, they call me a snake
Ayy, xxxx 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 xxxx with 12
I was eleven again (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I need me a trophy, the best to sin
You nxxxxs ain't straight
Y'all lesbians
And xxxx 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 (bxxxx)
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)
I shoot first, why the xxxx would I spark back?
If you really a thug
let me see where your heart at (ayy)
If I say catch a body
lil' nxxxx, 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 bxxxx, 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? Nxxxx
We shot him, and then we killed his brother
Damn, we might as well get the mother
Nxxxx 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 mothaxxxxin' guns for me to scuffle
Gangsta young nxxxx, I feel like Gucci
Xxxxed 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' nxxxx, 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)
It’s all real
Xxxx they what they do
You know what I'm sayin'?
Uh, uh, lil' Top Shoota, uh, uh, lil' Top Shotta, bxxxx