NLE Choppa - Certified Album Lyrics

You abandoned me, love don't live here anymore

Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong
You lyin', watch yo' tone
I'm too fine to be so alone
Not my kind, he is a clone
I'ma get money no matter the cost (cost)
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss (Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss (loss)
He is a worker and I am a boss
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong
(You lyin', watch yo' tone)
I'm too fine to be so alone
(Not my kind, he is a clone)
I'ma get money no matter the cost
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss
He is a worker and I am a boss

You abandoned me, love don't live here anymore
Bitch, go crazy
Bitch, go crazy
Bitch, go crazy
Bitch, go crazy

Summer der Hammer, der Killer, der
Summer der Hammer, der Millionär
Du vermisst Heute meine Stimme sehr
Doch ich zeig dir Heute keinerlei feelings mehr
Zeig, mir noch einmal dein Bubble Butt
Baby, ich hab meine Glock unterm Anorak
Verdoppel mein Lovi ich double up
F*ck it up, F*ck it up, F*ck it up
Habibi du weißt genau wie wir drauf sind
Auf was wir drauf sind, guck worauf wir aus sind
Du kannst uns vertrauen Blind
Dachtest du wirklich ich kacke ab
Als du mich damals verlassen hast
Hustle hard für die Accesoires
Heute hab ich überall Makinas
baby, ich dachte du willst einen cut
Warum schreibst du dann: "Bist du noch wach?"
Erst warst du weg, und jetzt suchst du Kontakt
Du warst mir wichtig, jetzt bist du ballast
Mache Para wer hätte gedacht
Check meine zahlen ich level mich up
Rock heut Rollies, flex mit Guap
Du musst zurück in dein hässliches Kaff
baby, ich dachte du willst einen cut
Warum schreibst du dann: "Bist du noch wach?"
Erst warst du weg, und jetzt suchst du Kontakt
Du warst mir wichtig, jetzt bist du ballast
Mache Para wer hätte gedacht
Check meine zahlen ich level mich up
Rock heut Rollies, flex mit Guap
Du musst zurück in dein hässliches Kaff

You did it before, you will do it again
(You did it before, you will do it again)
You did it before, you will do it again
(You did it before, you will do it again)
Like, for real
Got me workin' and coverin' bills
Got a new girl, she keep it real
She call me, "Daddy," she love how it feel

Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong (you abandoned me)
You lyin', watch yo' tone
I'm too fine to be so alone (like a memory)
Not my kind, he is a clone
I'ma get money no matter the cost (cost)
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss (Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss (loss)
He is a worker and I am a boss
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong (you abandoned me)
(You lyin', watch yo' tone)
I'm too fine to be so alone (like a memory)
(Not my kind, he is a clone)
I'ma get money no matter the cost
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss
He is a worker and I am a boss

Don't wanna be homies, don't wanna be friends
Beat my dick before I hit you again
Victim of love won't get me again
Where is my heart gone in the wind
Like for real
Did you know love get you killed
I don't write it, I say how I feel
Tryna think about how Imma heal
You think you slick, ayye-ayye, you easy to read
Pack you bags and leave my keys
Imma forget about you when you leave
F*ck your friend but that'll be green
Sent me a message I left it on seen
Like keep it a bean say that your love me it's really a scheme

Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong (you abandoned me)
You lyin', watch yo' tone
I'm too fine to be so alone (like a memory)
Not my kind, he is a clone
I'ma get money no matter the cost (cost)
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss (Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss (loss)
He is a worker and I am a boss
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong (you abandoned me)
(You lyin', watch yo' tone)
I'm too fine to be so alone (like a memory)
(Not my kind, he is a clone)
I'ma get money no matter the cost
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss
He is a worker and I am a boss

You abandoned me
You abandoned me
You abandoned me
You abandoned me, I don't live here anymore

(CashMoneyAP)
I had asked this bitch, "Why you being weird to me?"

Ayy, rip off my shirt if you love me (love me)
Spit in my face when you f*ck me (f*ck me)
Play with my gooch while you suck me (suck me)
Eat the dick like you was ugly
I mean, hold on, wait
Where your friend? Bring your buddy (your buddy)
I don't think that you enoughie (enoughie)
Her favorite thing to say is, "Cuff me"

Slut me out (out), slut me out (out)
Slut (slut), slut (slut), slut me out

Rip off my shirt if you love me (sexy)
Spit in my face when you f*ck me (come sex me)
Play with my gooch while you suck me (don't text me)
Eat the dick like you was ugly (caress me)

Big dick energy, I give it (I give it)
Don't believe me, then come feel it (come feel it)
Gon' put this here in your kidney, please
And hush it like some kidney beans
Suck my balls, come chickpea me
Why you being weird to me? (Weird to me)
Put your ass in my face 'til I get pink eye
F*ck you anywhere, I'm that type guy (that type guy)
At the church, on the plane, at the basketball game
I don't care, I'ma bust my nut 'til I die ('til I die)
What position do I like? All of 'em, baby (baby)
Put it on camera, masturbate to it later (to it later)
Ever sucked a vegan dick? Baby, come taste me
Promise that my nut taste like sugar gravy
Don't cum quick, I control my bladder (control my bladder)
Dick real big, come climb my ladder (my ladder)
Fat coochies, little coochies, all coochies matter (they matter)
Ass real fat, I can make it get fatter (fatter)
Wanna see a magic trick? Bend over backwards (over backwards)
Meat to meat, wall to wall
Coochie to my balls, dawg

Ayy, rip off my shirt if you love me (love me)
Spit in my face when you f*ck me (f*ck me)
Play with my gooch while you suck me (suck me)
Eat the dick like you was ugly
I mean, hold on, wait
Where your friend? Bring your buddy (your buddy)
I don't think that you enoughie (enoughie)
Her favorite thing to say is, "Cuff me"

Slut me out (out), slut me out (out)
Slut (slut), slut (slut), slut me out

Rip off my shirt if you love me (sexy) (Sexyy)
Spit in my face when you f*ck me (come sex me) (Sexyy)
Play with my gooch while you suck me (don't text me) (Sexyy)
Eat the dick like you was ugly (caress me)

Ayy, yeah
It's Sexyy, NLE, boy, you ain't ready (no)
I'll turn your ass out if you let me (yeah)
You can rock my chain while you neck me (uh, uh)
I'm a hood bitch, I like freaky shit, come put that dick down my throat (yeah)
Come hot and ready, no soft shit
I'll leave a nigga dick swole (yeah)
Ch-Ch-Choke a bitch ass, make my face with your dick
Spit in my mouth, I want all that shit
F*ck me from the back, pull out phone and make a flick
Eat my coochie out then give a bitch a kiss (Sexyy)
Dick me down, then eat me out
I seen your dick print, I need it now
Beat this pussy off the bed, nigga
I'm finna put this pussy on your head, nigga
Pussy soakin' wet and I'm off a jigga
Put the pussy on him, leave him with the shivers
Your last bitch was a lame, dog
Big Sexyy, you f*ckin' with a big ho'
We can do whatever, see how far I go
Can't f*ck with you if you ain't suckin' toes

Ayy, rip off my shirt if you love me (love me) (Sexyy)
Spit in my face when you f*ck me (f*ck me) (it's Sexyy)
Play with my gooch while you suck me (suck me) (Sexyy)
Eat the dick like you was ugly (yeah)
I mean, hold on, wait
Where your friend? Bring your buddy (your buddy)
I don't think that you enoughie (enoughie)
Her favorite thing to say is, "Cuff me"

Dick me down (slut me out), dick me down (slut me out)
Dick (slut), dick (slut), dick me down (slut me out)

It's hot in
So hot in here
So hot in
(Ah)
Oh

Come on, shake that monkey (uh)
Put dick in your life if you're lonely (mm-hmm)
Bring your friend 'cause I know that you want me (uh)
Uh, give it to her 'til the mornin'
I love when you do that there
Pretty face, small waist with your feet in the air
Like, uh, love when they stop and stare
All the ugly bitches lookin', like, "That ain't fair"
Like, uh, hood bitches swing they hair
Grip the sheets with them long-ass fingernails
Like, uh, hold up, uh, give it to 'em
Uh, uh, uh, uh (oh)

It's getting hot in here (so hot)
So take off all your clothes
I am getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
Get naked, bitch, shake it (ayy)
Bring big mama if she can take it
I am getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off

Ring around the rosie, touch her toes and put it on me
Peter Piper, pick a pickle dinner when she hungry
Long, long comer, nigga, man, it's been a whole week
I ain't scared that he gon' put that iron on me
Uh-oh, get hit with the Glockie (boom, bop)
He ain't see it, it come from out the pocket
I've been waiting to shoot this nigga for so long
Uh, get a little, ah, ah
When the Glock go, pa-pa (oh)
I feel like bustin' loose
Red bottoms on, f*ckin' her outta her shoes (oh)

It's getting hot in here (so hot)
So take off all your clothes
I am getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
Get naked, bitch, shake it (yeah)
Bring big mama if she can take it (come here)
I am getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off

Uh, get a little, ah, ah
When that Glock go, pa-pa (let it hang all out, so hot)
Get a little, ah, ah
When that Glock go, pa-pa (let it just fall out)
Get a little, ah, ah
When that Glock go, pa-pa (let it hang all out, so hot)
Get a little, ah, ah
When that Glock go, pa-pa (Oh)

Yeah, turn me up a lil' bit more
Just a lil' bit more
Boy just say picture me grapin'
Ayy
Ayy
Oh, they gon' f*ck on with this right now
Ayy, ayy
NLE the Top Shotta
Yeah, yeah
I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
NLE the Top Shotta

Ayy picture me rollin' (yeah)
Fat Cackwood smokin', couple bitches in motion
We ain't causin' commotions but I be braggin' and boastin'
I put the most in, I get the most out (I get it out), no doubt
I brought the Glock in and took my show out (brr, brr, brr, brr), I sold out
We break them poles out for your show out (ayy), then roll out
I got him hit and then I rapped about it, think he know now (brr, brr)
Put a duffle bag up on his head, my nigga cash out (cash out)
I get the cheese in large amounts
They callin' me the cash cow (they callin' me the cash cow)
We get the Ps, we get the pints and then we tax 'em, Uncle Sam
Give 'em teddy bears and t-shirts, my dawg'll put 'em down
Told that nigga get from 'round me, I don't trust 'em (I don't trust 'em)
So it's f*ck 'em, brand new chopper suppressed the muzzle whips when I bust 'em
Slide on 'em, hit the brother
Then we double back with different cutters (brr, brr, brr, brr)
They know it's real, they know it's drama, so they call 'em off

Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (until day I die)
Yeah, you know I'm a thug nigga, but I'ma still cry (still cry)
We ain't doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes)
Stand over with this fire
And I'ma watch that nigga die (I'ma watch that nigga die)
Niggas know how we comin', comin'
We slammin' like we drummin' (slammin' like we drummin')
Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin', we shootin' it ain't nothin'
We leavin' them niggas slumpin', slumpin', see my gun and runnin' out (brr, brr)
A hunnid rounds keep 'em comin', comin', murder on my conscience (ayy, ayy)

I got this pistol in my pants and I'm posted where I wanna be (yeah, yeah)
I made my own label, I can't see no nigga sonnin' me (yeah, yeah, I'm that nigga)
I got too much to lose, I'm takin' you, you think you takin' me? (Watch)
I never been a fool, I watch your moves
You think you snakin' me? (I'm watchin')
Real killer, all my niggas feel safe with me
Even though they really supposed to be securin' me
I told Big Sean that I don't really need security, but that's my nigga
But ain't nan nigga put fear in me
I sincerely wrote a note but they ain't hearin' me (they ain't hearin' me, cuh)
I give a junk a line of coke to go on killing sprees (they ain't hearin' me, cuh)
I told the bitch to get the drop while she was on her knees (brr, brr)
She asked me what's in it for her, I said, "I got a treat"
I skeeted, yeah, I left it on her face
And I told her, "That's the only thing you gettin' from me, bae"
I live the life of a boss player until the day I die (until the day I die)
Couple bitches they feelin' on me
They sayin' that I'm fly (they sayin' that I'm fly)
Feel like 2pac, I got two bitches, they f*ckin' in the spot (f*ckin' in the spot)
Her ass fat, I'm grabbin', grippin', I'ma squeeze it 'til it pop
You know I get around, I get your pants down and then I rock (yeah, yeah then I rock)
Hood nigga, I'ma pull my pants down, keep on my socks
Jamaican nigga, she be feelin' on my hair, she like my locs (yeah, yeah she like my locs)
I put her hand on my cock, I told her, "Suck it, don't stop"
And you can call me tummy, I got the drank up in my belly (I got the drank up in my belly)
We slid on 'em, got to poppin', know you got the message (brr, brr, brr)
We ain't 'bout the talkin', bitch, we 'bout the sparkin' (about to kill a nigga, yeah, we gonna merk him)
Pull up on 'em then we caution tape him, white-chalk him
I got a child but my BM really be on bullshit (she on bullshit, that's facts)
I'm askin' God why, I got these problems on these pool pits (why I got 'em?)
Heard another diss today, I put 'em on my shooter list (they on my shooter list)
Shoot it up, I'm all black, I'm ready to go do a man (brr, brr, brr)
Shoot a man, gun in hand
Have 'em runnin' like the runnin' man
Where you runnin' when I'm sprayin'?
A couple bands wrapped in rubber bands
Put it all up on your head (ayy)
Bands make 'em dance when them choppas start playin'
You sayin' what you sayin' but I'm sayin' what I'm sayin' (ayy)
And my nigga off the Xans he'll blam on your man (brr)

Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (until day I die)
Yeah, you know I'm a thug nigga, but I'ma still cry (still cry)
We ain't doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes)
Stand over with this fire
And I'ma watch that nigga die (I'ma watch that nigga die)
Niggas know how we comin', comin'
We slammin' like we drummin' (slammin' like we drummin')
Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin', we shootin' it ain't nothin'
We leavin' them niggas slumpin', slumpin', see my gun and runnin' out (brr, brr)
A hunnid rounds keep 'em comin', comin', murder on my conscience

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hahaha
Brr, brr, brr
Yeah, picture me rollin'
We bend the curve when we creepin', when we step
Picture me grapin'
Play them choppas, move them right to left
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Picture me rollin'
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Picture me grapin' (brr)

(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Top Shotta, Don Dada
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Nle the Top Shotta, yeah

I just copped the Range Rover (a big body), with the Forgis (with some Forgiatos)
Sippin' Codeine (Codeine), feelin' like a dope fiend (a dope fiend)
He said I'm not killer, that nigga don't know me (brrt)
My OG told me, "Put in work," when I was fourteen (when I was fourteen)
Goin' down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (a narrow ro-oad)
Goin' down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (a narrow ro-oad)
Goin' down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (a narrow ro-ad)
I'm goin' down a narrow ro-oad, ro-oad, ro-o-oad

They tell me, "Think smart," (think smart), I know right from wrong (oh)
They tell me I'ma get life with this dirty chrome (get life)
Well, you would rather take a life before they take your own (the Don Dada)
And bitch, I been through some shit, I came from a broken home
I got a different mentality, bitch, it's kill or be killed (kill or, yeah)
I'd rather kill a rat before I write a statement and squeal (yeah, yeah)
It ain't no face up in my circle, real recognize real (yeah, yeah)
I kick that boy up out my cot the night that I did my drills (yeah)
'Cause ayy, we are not the same (we are not the same)
I got murder, murder, murder runnin' through my brain (it's runnin' through my brain)
And bitch, I'm hard up inside, piranhas swim through my veins (swim through my veins)
Put your feelings on the toilet, watch it twirl down the drain (uh-huh, uh)
They askin' who I need, well, I don't need shit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Only thing I need, it just got twenty-three, bitch (grrt, grrt)
Flyin' overseas got a young nigga seasick
I was just posted in the street like some cement, yeah, yeah, yeah

I just copped the Range Rover (a big body), with the Forgis (with some Forgiatos)
Sippin' Codeine (Codeine), feelin' like a dope fiend (a dope fiend)
He said I'm not killer, that nigga don't know me (brrt)
My OG told me, "Put in work," when I was fourteen (when I was fourteen)
Goin' down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (a narrow ro-oad)
Goin' down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (a narrow ro-oad)
Goin' down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (a narrow ro-ad)
I'm goin' down a narrow ro-oad, ro-oad, ro-o-oad

Road gettin' narrow (nah), slimmer and slimmer (slim)
Pray to God that I forget, try my best not to remember (ah)
It's a cold, cold world and I was born in December
I'm forever steppin' forward, you know I'm one of the members
They try to tax us, SSI, then we start goin' and get 'em
Really show me what it was, I prolly never forgive ya
Start havin' what you ain't had and they'll look at ya different
But it don't matter, I'm in my bag, it's gettin' bigger and bigger
Now the Range Rover class Sport and stamps on my passport
Never know what trippin', I got everything I asked for
Youngin' out here robbin', I try to tell that nigga to mask up
We get all the bags around the way, niggas can't gas us
Ain't really got too much to say but f*ck the task force
Keep mindin' my business, hold my weight, and run my cash up
Sometimes I just ride 'round with my stick inside my Lamb' truck
Everywhere I go, somebody put me on their cameras

I just copped the Range Rover (a big body), with the Forgis (with some Forgiatos)
Sippin' Codeine (Codeine), feelin' like a dope fiend (a dope fiend)
He said I'm not killer, that nigga don't know me (brrt)
My OG told me, "Put in work," when I was fourteen (when I was fourteen)
Goin' down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (a narrow ro-oad)
Goin' down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (a narrow ro-oad)
Goin' down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (a narrow ro-ad)
I'm goin' down a narrow ro-oad, ro-oad, ro-o-oad

A big body with some Forgiatos
Codeine, a dope fiend
Brrt
When I was fourteen
A narrow ro-oad, ayy, hey
A narrow ro-o-oad
A narrow ro-oad, ayy
Ro-o-oad

(CashMoneyAP)
Ooh, ooh, no
NLE the Top Shotta

Uh, posted (posted), in front of the trap (front the trap)
Sellin' dope 'til the sun come down (come down)
Take a f*ck nigga right off the map (off the map)
When I hit him with this whole hundred rounds (a hundred rounds)
Yung Joc, in the club with my Glock (with my Glock)
You wanna play, and then this bitch goin' down (it's goin' down)
We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin' (get to blazin')
I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge
Walk 'em down (down), walk 'em down (down)
Walk 'em down (down), walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down (down)
Walk 'em down (down), walk 'em down (down)

Walk down on 'em in Balenciaga runners
My blood slime a nigga out just like an anaconda
You go against me, then you f*cked just like a used condom (yeah, yeah)
I roll 'em up and then I smoke 'em like some good ganja (I smoke 'em up, yeah)
Still doin' drive-bys, but I wanna walk 'em (I wanna)
If I can't find 'em, you know I'm gonna stalk 'em (I gotta stalk 'em)
Caution tape up on the scene, I had to white chalk 'em (brrt, brrt)
Runnin' from my gun, but my bullets had to hawk 'em (brrt, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, posted (posted), in front of the trap (front the trap)
Sellin' dope 'til the sun come down (come down)
Take a f*ck nigga right off the map (off the map)
When I hit him with this whole hundred rounds (a hundred rounds)
Yung Joc, in the club with my Glock (with my Glock)
You wanna play, and then this bitch goin' down (it's goin' down)
We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin' (get to blazin')
I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge
Walk 'em down (down), walk 'em down (down)
Walk 'em down (down), walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down (down)
Walk 'em down (down), walk 'em down (down)

Nigga, I was posted on the corner where the J's at
Roll up in a four by four, pull up at the corner store
Look man, I got red in my drink when I pour up soda
I remember prayin' that the feds never take the Motorola
Choppa got the chopper, make 'em do a backflip
Pay my dawg a dime to walk him down, he need the racks, bitch
I been drinkin', I been takin' all this codeine to the face
Got a lot of M's in the safe
Caught a murder, then I beat the case
I was just about to do the race

Uh, posted (posted), in front of the trap (front the trap)
Sellin' dope 'til the sun come down (come down)
Take a f*ck nigga right off the map (off the map)
When I hit him with this whole hundred rounds (a hundred rounds)
Yung Joc, in the club with my Glock (with my Glock)
You wanna play, and then this bitch goin' down (it's goin' down)
We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin' (get to blazin')
I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge
Walk 'em down (down), walk 'em down (down)
Walk 'em down (down), walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down (down)
Walk 'em down (down), walk 'em down (down)

Yeah
(FreshDuzIt)
Yeah
Huh, huh, huh

I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit (yeah)
F*ck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit (they ain't stoppin' shit)
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick (yeah)
Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil nigga you a lobster (lobster)
Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta (some pasta)
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas (yeah, yeah, gratt)
My niggas trappin' out the bando (huh), shoutout to the Migos (the Migos)
If a nigga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole (yeah, yeah, gratt)
The trap always open, bitch, we ain't never closed (never closed)
We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos

Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch (huh, huh)
Got a hunnid some' drums like a band in this bitch (bap, bap, bap, bap)
Mane she keep on bitchin', all that naggin' and shit
Hoe shut the f*ck up and jus' gag on this dick
I'm a side nigga, and I love when she swallow (yeah)
If a nigga say something, hit him wit' a hollow
That glizzy (yeah), knock ya meat out ya taco
Flexin' on ya bitch, they call me Johnny Bravo (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
School of hard knocks, let me take you to class (yeah)
My bitch is real skinny but she got a lot of ass (huh, huh, yeah, yeah)
I love counting money, I get a lot of cash
If you try to take it from me, his toe gon' have a tag

I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit
F*ck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
Flyest nigga in the game, (bitch) yeah, I'm a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil nigga you a lobster
Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas

All up in the party (yeah), you know we keep them carbons
Bring a nigga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins ('Robbins)
I love Batman, but a young nigga robbin'
Firework show, 'cause my niggas get to sparkin'
I'm a hot head, I'll crash any second (huh, huh, yeah)
He speakin' on who? Send his bitch-ass to heaven (who?)
Extended clips, when we tote them Mac-11's (yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
My niggas they be crippin', they be screamin' out them seven's (yea, huh, crip)
Why you investigating me? 'Cause I don't know a thing
And I'ma always keep a solid, I'll never sang (no no)
You know I'm Shotta Fam, always gotta rep the gang (Shotta)
He kept on dissin' so a nigga had to snatch his brain

Huh
Had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that nigga brain)
Huh
I had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that nigga brain)
Yeah
I had to make it rain (make that mothaf*cka rain)
Yeah
R. Kelly let that f*ckin' choppa sing, yeah (make it sing)

No way, Hozay

I might just K.O
The Perc up in my Faygo
Run up on me wrong, turn his head into a bagel
On the opposition block, just like a Lego
I'm chief homie, bitch, so you know that I got say so

Whatchu say?
Everybody know what the f*ck goin' on, NLE Choppa, nigga (bitch)
Shotta Flow 3 (yeah), a nigga can get beat (yeah)
I don't f*ck with the police (f*ck twelve Bitch, bitch)
F*ck he talkin' 'bout?
What he say? (Crip, Crip, Crip)
(Crip) Ayy, yeah (Crip), yeah, (Crip) yeah

Every show that I do, bitch you know that I rock it
The mic in my hand, but the Glock in my pocket
These niggas keep dissin', I guess I'm the topic
These bullets gon' knock the knowledge out of his noggin
It's "Shotta Flow 3" and you know I'm a G
Beat my case, I ain't coppin' no plea
You say you a gangsta, you say you a stepper
But you cooperated with police (on God)
Yeah, step back up then shoot my thunder
You ain't no boss, lil' nigga, you a runner
This bitch suckin' my dick, like a flavored cucumber (ay)
Dick all in her throat, I was touchin' her tonsils
Yeah, hit from the back, I was pullin' her hair and I ripped off her frontal
I'm pullin' his card, that nigga a bitch
I ride for my nigga like Morty and Rick
Can't step out the house unless I got my blick
You can get your ass shot like I'm takin' a pic
My nigga Piru but I'm banging the C
If you (Crip) coming (Crip) for me, you get put on a tee
If you f*cking with me you gon' sow what you reap
I throw them some shots out the Glock 23
I want all the green like I was a leaf
My gang in the party, we came for peace
Put shots on a opp so his ass got beat
He got his ass jumped by a hunnid some feet
My niggas they steppin' I call dem some troopers
You was shootin' at me but you miss you a blooper
And when I shot back, bitch I hit I'ma shooter
Big titties on a choppa like I'm working at Hooters
I'm on some boss shit, and I'm on some gang shit
You can get your ass stepped on
She calling me racist, she was dark skin, but I want a redbone
Put his name on this bullet, the trigger I pull it
You better order a headstone
And now that boy head gone (brrr)
Bitch nigga, you a snitch
My niggas they vicious, bitch I am a menace
Let's have a shootout, like I'm in a scrimmage
Got dope in the lab, like I was a chemist
Shot him in the teeth, they call me a dentist
Walked down on my opp, I ain't leavin' no witness
Shootin a hunnid some shots, I won't stop 'til it's finished
I break in yo' house like I came through the chimney
And I'm high as a bitch 'cause the Perc in my Henny
Two 40's on my waist, like I'm rocking some Fendi
Bitch I'm making shit shake like I'm doin' the Shiggy
And she got a fat ass, but that bitch really skinny
And she suckin' my dick, she in love with my Jimmy John (bitch)
You talkin' 'bout bodies, I got me a ton
How I get a nigga whacked while I'm kickin' cack, smokin' on a pack, and eating a honey bun

I might just K.O
The Perc up in my Faygo
Run up on me wrong, turn his head into a bagel
On the opposition block, just like a Lego
I'm big homie, bitch, so you know that I got say so

Shotta shit, no politics
We shoot like Stojaković
Shotta Flow 3
Get your ass beat
Bitch, I'm Grape Street
Yeah, I'm a Crip but I'll wipe a nigga nose
F*ck is you sayin'?
Clatt

(Your ass retarded)
(Ain't know I was on Barbie)
(That was 'cause my dancin' in this ho)

You know what the f*ck going on
NLE muhf*ckin' Choppa
The Top Shotta, you hear me?
I stand on top of shit
We doin' this shit, 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
Bitch, 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 motherf*ckin' poncho (brr, brr)
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 they come out the Drac'
Chop a nigga up, then put him in the lake (brrt)
Shiesty young nigga, they call me a snake
Ayy, f*ck 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 f*ck with 12, I was eleven again (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I need me a trophy, the best to sin
You niggas ain't straight, y'all lesbians
And f*ck 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, 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)
Bitch, I shoot first, why the f*ck 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 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 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
Nigga 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 mothaf*ckin' guns for me to scuffle
Gangsta young nigga, I feel like Gucci
F*cked 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' nigga, 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)
F*ck you tal'm 'bout, haha
(Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)
F*ck they gon' do, f*ck they thinkin', ayy
(Nigga say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)
You know what I'm sayin'?
(Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)
Uh, uh, lil' Top Shoota, uh, uh, lil' Top Shotta, bitch
F*ck you talkin' about

I wish everything I touch would turn to gold
NLE, you heard me
Baby Mexico Choppa man, top shotta
Baby Mexico shotta
We finna talk our shit, you heard me
Why not? 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 hoe
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 the 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 shoot out your gun was droppin'
You really a fraud

You cannot stomp on his yard
My nigga 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 nigga try to testin' me
Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
Hit the party fifty deep, nun' but my shotta
Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him
So many bullets it confused the doctor
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
F*ck 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 nigga 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
Niggas 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' nigga 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, named Toby, yeah)
Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh)
(This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)
Ayy Tay, keep all that
(Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)
Keep all that, yeah, yeah
(Up from my hip, yeah)

I wish everything I touch would turn to gold
NLE, you heard me
Baby Mexico Choppa man, top shotta
Baby Mexico shotta
We finna talk our shit, you heard me
Why not? 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 hoe
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 the 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 shoot out your gun was droppin'
You really a fraud

You cannot stomp on his yard
My nigga 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 nigga try to testin' me
Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
Hit the party fifty deep, nun' but my shotta
Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him
So many bullets it confused the doctor
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
F*ck 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 nigga 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
Niggas 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' nigga 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, named Toby, yeah)
Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh)
(This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)
Ayy Tay, keep all that
(Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)
Keep all that, yeah, yeah
(Up from my hip, yeah)

Dun, dun, dun
NLE the Top Shotta got bombs like Al-Qaeda
(Damn E, this shit exclusive)
Ayy, ayy

Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' that to the informants
Don't inform me about who informin', that's yo' final warnin'
7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transformin'
Send yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
Shoot up the Scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mentioned who he cracked
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that

Slide by myself before I call a nigga
My fingernails dirty 'cause I'm still a gravedigger
And we ain't cappin' on wax, if we never pulled the trigger
And Goon steady puttin' Jimmy Glow up in his Swisher (Jimmy)
Never been the one to save the day, I'm the one clutchin' on the Drac'
Make sure he don't get away, a opp the only thing I chase
In a full race the back of his neck hit the ground to the K
Walk up to him, C Grape stood over, put one in his face
Murkin' what my soul say, I'm slidin' with this stowaway
My heater for a cold day
Leave a nigga in disarray (come here, come here, come here)
Better stay up in the house
Like the nigga from That's So Raven (come here, come here, come here, yeah)
Catch that nigga walkin' out (yeah, yeah)
We in the bushes, we been waitin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)

Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' that to the informants
Don't inform me about who informin', that's yo' final warnin'
7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transformin'
Send yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
Shoot up the Scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mentioned who he cracked
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that

Ayy, smilin' on my mugshot 'cause I know my bond money good
I ain't missed a heartbeat, I'm out the next day it's understood (bitch, it's understood)
To the Broward County Police, lick my nuts and suck my wood (tell 'em, "Suck my dick")
First day tray and nigga you start muggin', wish a nigga would
Doin' donuts in the SRT, I crashed into a tree (skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Rolls truck the next week, money ain't been shit to me
Ridin' with a full clip, but the gas tank on E
Slidin' like a cruise ship, wet you up like a jet ski (come here, come here)
Livin' to a hundred and three, that's the OG Grape in me
Auntie wanna pray for me, better pray for my enemies
Life ain't gave me lemons so I start clutchin' the lemon squeeze
Had a AR F15, And two Glocks,.223's (like I'm George)

Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' that to the informants
Don't inform me about who informin', that's yo' final warnin'
7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transformin'
Send yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
Shoot up the Scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mentioned who he cracked
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that

(CashMoneyAP)
Thumbin' through, blue hundreds, yeah
Lotta, money (Kio)
I say, ayy, ayy

Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')

Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')

Hundred band, hundred band, guns in the Sprinter van
Never play middleman, we gotta get a man (we gotta get a man)
If I don't feel a man, we gotta kill a man
Spin like a ceilin' fan, not for the dividends
Reapin' the benefits like he an immigrant
Lot of artillery, special delivery
Show my agility and my ability
Go on a killing spree like we the military (let's go, let's go)
Play with my cash and I'm on your ass
Like the pockets on the back of your pants (back of your pants)
Lay on my stash like it was a mattress
Pillowcase filled up with my bands (up with my bands)
Couple grand in the attic, 'nother grand like magic, that's mathematics
Gettin' paid is a habit, ballin' like I was a Maverick or John Madden

Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')

Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')

I'm thumbin' through bands and racks
Deep in that water, bitch, it ain't no friends in that
First nigga playin' get whacked
Scope on a new Glock, I got a lens attached
Like my shooter got aim assist
He bound to hit anything that he blammin' at
Catch him and bang him quick
Empty the clip, twelve hollows gon' lay in his back, uh
Uh, money counters beepin'
Blue strip dreams while I'm sleepin'
.40 with a beam if they creepin'
Too Turnt Gang what I'm bleedin'
Snatch who chain? Bitch, I'm squeezin'
Bullets patch his brain, he ain't breathin'
Was posted in the rain with some heathens
Look how far I came, they can't believe it

Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')

Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')

Ayy, I'm finna go in there, you heard (haha)
Yeah, yeah (huh), yeah (yeah), yeah (huh)
Yeah (yeah), yeah yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (yeah, yeah), yeah, huh, yeah (yeah)
Everything's chrome in the future!
Yeah, yeah (yeah)

I hop on the beat and you know I'ma kill it
My nigga loose screws, you know that they drillin'
I run up my money, I love this feeling
Remember them days a nigga was stealin'
Hopped in the game, I got it on lock
My niggas got dope, they trap out they socks
The police pull up, we run from the narcs
We always on go, you know we don't stop
Cherry on top when I aim with the beam
I'm burnin' her head, no Charlie Sheen
My hoes, they grown, don't f*ck with the teens
My bitch, she bad, boujee, and mean
Yeah, f*ck that, get back on the sub
If a nigga diss me, them shots get to bustin'
I ain't got time with all that fussin'
Soon as I see him, you know that he duckin'
Shoot up the spot and make him move out
Soon as he move, I find his house
Don't f*ck with the rats, don't f*ck with the mouse
If he snitch, put the gun in his mouth
He thought that we was playin'
'Til we pulled up with sticks, yeah (no cap)
Glizzy got a beam and it came with a dick, yeah (no homo)
Choppa got a scope and it came with some tits, yeah (yeah)
Don't get f*cked up out your life, we shoot us a flick, yeah (yeah)
Whenever we aim, you know we attack
Shoot through his stomach, it come out his back
My niggas, they bangin' and ready to stab
Diss on the set, get put in a bag
We love the money, the drugs, the guns
I don't ever beat 'cause I'm countin' my funds
I'm always workin', I don't have fun
Before you diss me, know your pros and cons
Let's have a shoot out, I'm ready to die
Face to face, eye to eye
The last thing that he saw was the fire
Put him on a tee, now he up in the sky
My killers outside, they don't wanna be seen
They come in the show if you makin' a scene
Choppa R. Kelly, let that bitch sing
How the f*ck I'ma miss when I got me a beam?
I'm done, sike
I pull up to shoot, you pull up to fight
Shoot him in his leg, he beg for his life
Put one in his head like he was on Skype
Kick down the door (Yeah), bitch, get on the floor (the floor)
Where is the bread? 'Cause we need all the dough
Give me the cash (The cash), I came for the bag (the bag)
If he do somethin' sheisty, put one in his ass (rrrah)
Shot

(CashMoneyAP)
Oh, no
Oh, no, oh
Oh, oh, no
NLE the top Shotta
I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda

Get a bitch and make her famous, next minute she blocked me (blocked me)
30 in this Perc, I need to slow down on the roxys (on the roxys)
Got a call my niggas died, I damn near skipped a heartbeat (skipped a heartbeat)
Lookin' for your love, bet your feelings is departin' (departin')
Pull up on the wrong street, you niggas getting blicked out
Gun up in my hand while I f*ck her wit my dick out (dick out)
We was really in the trenches, thuggin' in the choppa house (Choppa house)
Don't you tell me that it's smoke because you know that we gon' bang it out

I don't even know which car I'ma drive (drive)
Roll a three-five now I'm too damn high (too damn high)
Bitch I'm in my zone, don't you kill my vibe (don't you kill my vibe)
If a nigga play, you know them choppas gon' ride (ride)
That micro Draco clip, it look like a banana (like a banana)
A nigga look wrong in this bitch, we gonna blam him (grr, grr)
A lot of choppas when we ride, raise the count up (raise the count up)
I robbed a corner store, the gun over the counter (uh, uh, uh)
And I ain't gotta spin back because I know he's dead
Ain't no surviving when you shoot a nigga right in his head
Paramedics askin' questions 'bout that boy and the meds
And they know he ain't gon' make it so they pronounced him dead

Get a bitch and make her famous, next minute she blocked me (blocked me)
30 in this Perc, I need to slow down on the roxys (on the roxys)
Got a call my niggas died, I damn near skipped a heartbeat (skipped a heartbeat)
Lookin' for your love, bet your feelings is departin' (departin')
Pull up on the wrong street, you niggas getting blicked out
Gun up in my hand while I f*ck her wit my dick out (dick out)
We was really in the trenches, thuggin' in the choppa house (choppa house)
Don't you tell me that it's smoke because you know that we gon' bang it out

They gon' feel me on this motherf*cker
NLE the top Shotta, yeah
Pull up on the wrong street, you niggas getting blicked out
Gun up in my hand while I f*ck her wit my dick out (dick out)
We was really in the trenches thuggin' in the choppa house (choppa house)
Don't you tell me that it's smoke because you know that we gon' bang it out

Yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hahaha
I ain't doin' no playing Jack, you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, hrrroww
Bow, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm tired of him breathing, I'm taking his breath (Huh?)
I shoot to my right, my flag on the left
I earned my stripes but I'm not a ref
These niggas, they woke, they overslept (yeah)
My bitch, she clutch because she a nurse
Whenever I'm down she give me a Perc
The police pull up, my gun in her purse
The opps pull up, put him on a shirt
Bitch, we came in this world and we lookin' for murder
Knock yo cap off and it's word to Bobby Shmurda
Nigga watch yo mouth, I would hate to have to hurt ya
You would kill off a Perc but snitch when you sober
Man down in the street, man, this nigga tried to play me
I had one in the head but his gun was on safety
They askin' how I been, what I been feelin' lately
I got good aim in the pocket like I'm Brady

Can't speak on the shit I did to you
To be honest, them bullets wasn't meant for you
I'm sorry that they hit you
F*ck that, spin again, shoot the friend too
See at first I was gon' stop until
Hell nah, how them hollows feel?
I'm independent, can't sign a deal
Won't sell out for a couple mill
Before you try and rob, hit yo knees and pray to Buddha
Soon as you up it, Lil Trey gonna shoot ya
Remember I was young and I used to be a hoopa
I got into guns then I turned to the shoota
Knock off yo head, call that a f*ckin' train wreck
Bitch, close yo legs, where the f*ck is yo brain at?
Wet a nigga block, make it look like we painted
Man I used to struggle, now a nigga famous
I'm 16, with big dreams, I wanna be a star
I used to spend money on lil' things, now I want a car
Aye, that Rollie or that Audemars, where do I start?
Man this lean f*ckin' up my tummy, makin' me fart
Hunnid-sumthin' shots in the rental
My bitch, she bad, like Kendall
I'm poppin' niggas like pimple
I'm in her mouth, that's dental
We strapped up like a gay hoe
We kill niggas like Tadoe
We ruthless like Fredo and love totin' Dracos
Mop a nigga with the .40, I'm a janitor
We smokin' on gas, that's cannabis
I'm a lion and the Draco, I'm a animal
In Florida, chillin' in Panama
He said he want smoke, I hope that he ready
I put on my mask like Jason and Freddy
You soft as bear, just like Teddy
I shoot him in the head, knock out his spaghetti

I'm tired of him breathing, I'm taking his breath (Huh?)
I shoot to my right, my flag on the left
I earned my stripes but I'm not a ref
These niggas, they woke, they overslept (yeah)
My bitch, she clutch because she a nurse
Whenever I'm down she give me a Perc
The police pull up, my gun in her purse
The opps pull up, put him on a shirt
Bitch, we came in this world and we lookin' for murder
Knock yo cap off and it's word to Bobby Shmurda
Nigga watch yo mouth, I would hate to have to hurt ya
You would kill off a Perc but snitch when you sober
Man down in the street, man, this nigga tried to play me
I had one in the head but his gun was on safety
They askin' how I been, what I been feelin' lately
I got good aim in the pocket like I'm Brady

Drum Dummie
CashmoneyAP
Huh, hmmm, da-da-da-da

Gotta drop up on the opps, man, I know where they be at (la la la)
Bitch I rob the plug, he was sellin' where he sleep at (la la la, la la la)
Fell in love with these drugs, Percocets I be fiendin' (la la la, la la la)
That bitch is prayin' to the Lord but I'm livin' like a demon
I keep the glizzy on a nigga man I use it for protection
I snuck a Glock up in the club, don't you come up in my section (bitch)
I got promoters really scared, every show we be reckless (bitch, bitch)
Caution tape up on the on the murder scene, this shit can get deadly (murda, murda, murda, murda)
I told my momma not to worry 'cause I'm livin' like a thug
And my mama keep on tellin' me to slow down on the drugs
So much pain in my body, can't make this shit up (oh, oh)
I throw the dirt up on my own, with just me and my gloves (oh, oh)
It's just like a throwback, a nigga push your shit back (grr)
I don't f*ck with police, bitch I'm screamin' "f*ck the dispatch"
Put this hollow in your throat, like a motherf*ckin' Tic-Tac (huh)
This choppa break a nigga down like a f*ckin' Kit-Kat (ha, ha)
High speed the blue lights, we run from the coppers
I hit him with two, sent him straight to the doctor (the doctor)
I'm sonnin' these niggas, they callin' me papa
King of the jungle they call me Mufasa
They say "Young Choppa you ain't steppin'", man a nigga must be crazy
I wipe a nigga nose like a snotty-faced baby (huh, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I still got it on me while a nigga on probation (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'm screamin' f*ck the judge, and you know I'm beatin' cases (huh, f*ck the judge)
Slippin', I'ma stick him up, bitch, give me everything (ha, ha)
Bitch, I'm screamin' f*ck love I never buy a wedding ring (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Same nigga from the east, nigga, I never change (huh)
Surgeon with this choppa man, I'm tryna take a nigga brain (bitch, bitch)
Last nigga play with me, I sent him to the heaven gates
I ain't never f*ck with Josh, but I love totin' Drac's
Bitch I'm boutta get 'em wacked, then I move to another state (huh)
I got a bucket list for the opps, who I'm gonna kill today?
Everybody rise, kill my enemy then watch his mama cry (everybody rise, cry)
Everybody dies, I'm a demon in disguise, you can see it in my f*ckin' eyes (everybody dies)
Mama say, "why did you grow up this way?" (grow up this way)
I was sitting up in court, I couldn't look in her face (look at her face)
I could never do it right, keep on makin' mistakes (mistakes)
Then I rose to the life from a sunken place (sunken place, yeah yeah)
Everybody rise, top shotta, don dadda (yeah)
Everybody dies, NLE the top shotta
Mama say, "Why did you grow up this way?"
I could never do it right, keep on makin' mistakes
Mama say, "Why did you grow up this way?"