- NLE Choppa Double Bacc 歌詞
- NLE Choppa
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Ayy, ayy
We took a finger off that bitch
For all that typing and shit (All that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin,
You know she be toxic and shit (She be toxic and shit)
I see em hating in my comments,
Tell em, 'Get off my dick' (Get off my dick)
And for them niggas, did me dirty, come back hit at your shit
You ran when your nigga got popped
Why you aint shoot back? (Why you aint shoot back?)
Im EBK, for real, any nigga play, get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this shit is serious
They tuckin tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one
But my nigga aint double back
He callin me off the bitch phone, he tryin to see just where Im at
Im posted at the crib, I got the 308, its in my bag
Go outside with this choppa
See a car, then Ima air it
Bitch, Im a baby Loc, I never show no fear
Cause I aint scared
And Ima have his momma, somewhere crying,
Singing sad songs (Singing sad songs, song )
Put a price up on his head,
His toe I want a tag on it (Put a tag on it)
Me and Tevo, might go kill a nigga
Then go brag on it (Then go brag on it)
Put the prices, Ima go and kill him, spend your last on it
Voicin your opinion but nobodys understand you (Understand you)
Standin ten toes, on my own, like a man would do (Like a man would do)
When she pop a Molly,
She eat it up like a vegetable (Like a vegetable)
Ride this dick like Harley, she all in,
She grip my testicles (She grip my testicles)
Never say Im sorry, I say what I mean,
I tell the truth (I tell the truth)
NLE, the army, got troops that gon shoot you front your mom
(Front your mom)
My daughter on the way but I told blasian 'Have my son though'
Im shadowed by my past, I just want the sun to shine on me
We took a finger off that bitch
For all that typing and shit (All that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin,
You know she be toxic and shit (She be toxic and shit)
I see em hating in my comments,
Tell em, 'Get off my dick' (Get off my dick)
And for them niggas, did me dirty, come back hit at your shit
You ran when your nigga got popped
Why you aint shoot back? (Why you aint shoot back?)
Im EBK, for real, any nigga play, get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this shit is serious
They tuckin tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one
But my nigga aint double back
Ayy let me talk that rich, you know I pop my shit (Pop my shit, nigga)
**** the murda talk, lets talk about the shit I spit (The shit I spit)
Pay for a body and a Sprinter and I dont pay rent
And **** them niggas, shot it up,
Tell em come do while Im in it (Pussy)
Me and my niggas walkin up,
We walk em down, how we livin (Brr, brr, brr)
Bitch you just gotta say its up,
We leave em drownin in pitty (Brr,brr, brr)
We aint toleratin dissin,
We gon kill, across the city (Brr, brr, brr)
And we aint cappin when we rappin,
We gon make sure they feel it
We aint runnin from no nigga,
Unless they one time (Unless they one time)
I leave my phone at the crib,
When its crunch time (When its crunch time)
Extended clip, long on it, like a lunch line (Like a lunch line)
Its fifty in this AR, nigga, we a drum line (Ayy, we a drum line)
Ayy bitch Im blowin exotic
But I aint chillin with Joe (I aint chillin with Joe)
Your Tiger King get took over
And my lions turned poor (And my lions turned poor)
This choppa leave him unbalanced,
If he dont stick to the role (If he dont stick to the role)
You know we kill em in silence,
I swear nobody gon know (Grr, grr)
We took a finger off that bitch
For all that typing and shit (All that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin,
You know she be toxic and shit (She be toxic and shit)
I see em hating in my comments,
Tell em, 'Get off my dick' (Get off my dick)
And for them niggas, did me dirty, come back hit at your shit
You ran when your nigga got popped
Why you aint shoot back? (Why you aint shoot back?)
Im EBK, for real, any nigga play, get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this shit is serious
They tuckin tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one
But my nigga aint double back
Nigga block
Ah-ah, ah-oh
Woah, woah
Ah-ah, ah-oh
Woah, woah
Ah -ah, ah-oh
Woah, woah
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