Mmm, mmm
Got my steeze on them keys (mmm)
No cap
Uh, ayy, uh, ayy, ayy (slide on 'em, slide on 'em)
Daydream about the money (I'm daydreamin')
Then a nigga woke up in it (I woke up in it)
Plenty losses in the game, didn't have much luck in it
Peep a nigga energy and watch how he move, I ain't even f*ck with it
Mama tell me not to keep my tool, but I do, the thug in me
Back on his hat, he gone in a day
We know where he at, we know where he stay
Point him out, we attack, gun line, he lay
And my bro got the gat while I rock out the stage
And I'm goin' up a sack 'cause I just had a pay
Say you getting me whacked, nigga, where is the day?
What did you kill 'em? I did it for Satan
They want me forgive 'em, but I say I can't
Hop in the car, do a hundred in traffic
Ride too close, got to dumpin', he crash it
Take a look at my life, I been livin' too savage
She f*ckin' on me 'cause a nigga got cabbage
Got a strategy for the opps, usin' my tactics
And I play for a body when I get to baggin'
My Crips in the spot, they coolin', what's crackin'?
Them bodies droppin', givin' me satisfaction
Uh, uh, uh
Nah, nah, nah, nah, uh, uh, uh
Nah, nah, nah, nah, uh, uh, uh
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Stand-up nigga with his chest out
Bitch, y'all better stand down, we got gun rounds
Killers, they hit 'em, I give 'em the rundown
Nigga would've been dead, but he never come out
Bitch you know what I said, don't say what I'm talking 'bout, yeah, yeah
Drum on the Glock and that bitch is a four-oh
Reach for my chain, you know that's a no-no
Turn off the music, we stopping the show, bro
We gon' leave 'em extinct, that boy, he a dodo
Free my nigga, hope the judge get AIDS
Nigga comin' for me, better disengage
Pussy-ass nigga think this shit gravy
More guns than the army, military, navy
Back on his hat, he gone in a day
We know where he at, we know where he stay
Point him out, we attack, gun line, he lay
And my bro got the gat while I rock out the stage
And I'm goin' up a sack 'cause I just had a pay
Say you getting me whacked, nigga, where is the day?
What did you kill 'em? I did it for Satan
They want me forgive 'em, but I say I can't
Daydream about the money (I'm daydreamin')
Then a nigga woke up in it (I woke in it)
Plenty losses in the game, didn't have much luck in it
Peep a nigga energy and watch how he move, I ain't even f*ck with it
Mama tell me not to keep my tool, but I do, the thug in me
Ayy, grr
Ayy, grr
Ayy
Thug in me
Ayy, it's up in me
NLE, Top Shotta
Bomb like Al-Qaeda
Mmm, brrt
NLE Choppa - Top Shotta Album Lyrics
NLE Choppa - Top Shotta Lyrics
Writer: Bryson Potts, Noah Thomas Pettigrew, Stefan Vihelmsson, Gunnlaugur Orri Sumarlidason
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Double Bacc
(Cashmoneyap)
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 ain't shoot back? (why you ain't shoot back?)
I'm 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 ain't double back
Nigga, blatt
He callin' me off the bitch phone
He tryna see just where I'm at
I'm posted at the crib
I got the 308, it's in my bag
Go outside with this chopper
See a car, then I'ma air it
Bitch, I'm a baby Loc
I never show no fear 'cause I ain't scared
And I'ma have his mama somewhere crying
Singing sad songs (singing sad songs, song)
Put a price up on his head, his toe
I want a tag on it (I put a tag on it)
Me and Tevo might go kill a nigga
Then go brag on it (Then go brag on it)
Up the prices, I'ma go and kill him
Spend your last on it
Voicin' your opinion
But nobody's understanding you (understanding 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 (just like a vegetable)
Ride this dick like Harley, she all in
She grip my testicles (she grip my testicles)
Never say I'm sorry, I say what I meant
I tell the truth (I tell the truth)
Nle the army, got troops that gon' shoot
You front your move (front your move)
My daughter on the way
But I told Blasian have my son, though
I'm 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 ain't shoot back? (why you ain't shoot back?)
I'm 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 ain't double back
Nigga, blatt
Ayy, let me talk that rich talk
You know I pop my shit (Pop my shit, nigga)
F*ck the murder talk
Let's talk about the shit I spit (The shit I spit)
Pay for a body and a Sprinter and I don't pay rent
And f*ck them niggas shot it up
Tell 'em come do it while I'm in it (Pussy)
Me and my niggas walkin' up
We walk 'em down how we livin' (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Bitch you just gotta say it's up
We leave 'em drownin' in pity (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
We ain't toleratin' dissin'
We gon' kill 'cross the city (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
And we ain't cappin' when we rappin'
We gon' make sure they feel it
We ain't runnin' from no nigga
'Less they one-time (unless they one-time)
I leave my phone at the crib
When it's crunch time (when it's crunch time)
Extended clip, long on it
Like a lunch line (just like a lunch line)
It's fifty in this AR
Nigga, we a drumline (ayy, we a drumline)
Ayy, bitch, I'm blowin' exotic
But I ain't chillin' with Joe (I ain't chillin' with Joe)
Your Tiger King get took over
And my lions turned poor (and my lions turned poor)
This chopper leave him unbalanced
If he don't stick to the role (he don't stick to the role)
You know we kill 'em in silence
I swear nobody gon' know (grrt, grrt, 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 ain't shoot back? (why you ain't shoot back?)
I'm 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 ain't double back
Nigga, blatt
Ayy, ayy, whoa, whoa
Ayy, ayy, whoa, whoa
Ayy, ayy, whoa, whoa
NLE the Top Shotta, whoa, whoa
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 ain't shoot back? (why you ain't shoot back?)
I'm 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 ain't double back
Nigga, blatt
He callin' me off the bitch phone
He tryna see just where I'm at
I'm posted at the crib
I got the 308, it's in my bag
Go outside with this chopper
See a car, then I'ma air it
Bitch, I'm a baby Loc
I never show no fear 'cause I ain't scared
And I'ma have his mama somewhere crying
Singing sad songs (singing sad songs, song)
Put a price up on his head, his toe
I want a tag on it (I put a tag on it)
Me and Tevo might go kill a nigga
Then go brag on it (Then go brag on it)
Up the prices, I'ma go and kill him
Spend your last on it
Voicin' your opinion
But nobody's understanding you (understanding 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 (just like a vegetable)
Ride this dick like Harley, she all in
She grip my testicles (she grip my testicles)
Never say I'm sorry, I say what I meant
I tell the truth (I tell the truth)
Nle the army, got troops that gon' shoot
You front your move (front your move)
My daughter on the way
But I told Blasian have my son, though
I'm 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 ain't shoot back? (why you ain't shoot back?)
I'm 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 ain't double back
Nigga, blatt
Ayy, let me talk that rich talk
You know I pop my shit (Pop my shit, nigga)
F*ck the murder talk
Let's talk about the shit I spit (The shit I spit)
Pay for a body and a Sprinter and I don't pay rent
And f*ck them niggas shot it up
Tell 'em come do it while I'm in it (Pussy)
Me and my niggas walkin' up
We walk 'em down how we livin' (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Bitch you just gotta say it's up
We leave 'em drownin' in pity (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
We ain't toleratin' dissin'
We gon' kill 'cross the city (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
And we ain't cappin' when we rappin'
We gon' make sure they feel it
We ain't runnin' from no nigga
'Less they one-time (unless they one-time)
I leave my phone at the crib
When it's crunch time (when it's crunch time)
Extended clip, long on it
Like a lunch line (just like a lunch line)
It's fifty in this AR
Nigga, we a drumline (ayy, we a drumline)
Ayy, bitch, I'm blowin' exotic
But I ain't chillin' with Joe (I ain't chillin' with Joe)
Your Tiger King get took over
And my lions turned poor (and my lions turned poor)
This chopper leave him unbalanced
If he don't stick to the role (he don't stick to the role)
You know we kill 'em in silence
I swear nobody gon' know (grrt, grrt, 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 ain't shoot back? (why you ain't shoot back?)
I'm 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 ain't double back
Nigga, blatt
Ayy, ayy, whoa, whoa
Ayy, ayy, whoa, whoa
Ayy, ayy, whoa, whoa
NLE the Top Shotta, whoa, whoa
Writer: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Bryson Lashun Potts, Camren Martin, Nikolas J. Papamitrou
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Make Em Say
Whoa, whoa (NLE the Top Shotta)
Ayy, and we know some good dick that make the pussy say
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
(And we know some good pussy make a nigga say)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
And we know some good dick that make the pussy say
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
(And we know some good pussy make a nigga say)
And I'm a Scorpio too
It's your dick, baby girl
I think I'm in love, love, love
I think I'm in love, love, love (ayy, ayy)
I like a ratchet bitch
It's somethin' about when she smash with her bonnet on (bonnet on)
Keep my dick up in her dome, I'm f*ckin' up her chromosome (chromosome)
Like it when a young nigga hit it
she thought that I was grown (thought that I was grown)
Open up your mouth, I'ma spit in it while I'm strokin' long
Hit it from the back like where you runnin' from?
Left the nut up on her ass, in the back like a honey bun
Hundred drums, a hundred guns, your ex play, he a dummy-dumb
Bust nut on her lip, her nigga askin' where she comin' from
Said that she a baller, I'm like, "bitch, you know I ball too"
If she on her period, her pussy turn to ragu (turn to ragu)
Lookin' at my chains, she got wet, bitch, that's what the bag do
I knock the pussy out of the park, now she callin' me Babe Ruth
Yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
(And we know some good pussy make a nigga say)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
And we know some good dick that make the pussy say
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
(And we know some good pussy make a nigga say)
And I'm a scorpio too
It's your dick, baby girl
I think I'm in love, love, love
I think I'm in love, love, love
He know what time it is (yeah), he better not try a bitch (huh?)
I had the nigga sprawled 'fore I even tried the dick (on God)
Who you know gon' ride the dick? (Who?)
Take it out and swallow it? (Mmm)
Kitchen counter, coffee table, couch, all type of shit (type of shit)
Makeup sex, won't even talk it out (uh)
He love my Boosie verse, he wan' see what the hype about (yeah)
Make him eat it late night like the waffle house (waffle house)
And purple pickle mean pull up, don't gotta type it out (uh-uh)
Yeah, I'm wifey, but f*ck him like a ratchet (like a ratchet)
He gon' drop it in the box like a ballot (like a ballot)
If it's gon' have me callin' bitches up and spazzin' (brr)
Subbin' in my captions, then I gotta have it
(And we know some good dick that make the pussy say)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
And we know some good pussy make them niggas say
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
And we know some good dick that make the pussy say
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
And we know some good pussy make them niggas say
And I'm a scorpio too
It's your dick, baby girl
I think I'm in love, love, love
I think I'm in love, love, love
Ayy, and we know some good dick that make the pussy say
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
(And we know some good pussy make a nigga say)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
And we know some good dick that make the pussy say
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
(And we know some good pussy make a nigga say)
And I'm a Scorpio too
It's your dick, baby girl
I think I'm in love, love, love
I think I'm in love, love, love (ayy, ayy)
I like a ratchet bitch
It's somethin' about when she smash with her bonnet on (bonnet on)
Keep my dick up in her dome, I'm f*ckin' up her chromosome (chromosome)
Like it when a young nigga hit it
she thought that I was grown (thought that I was grown)
Open up your mouth, I'ma spit in it while I'm strokin' long
Hit it from the back like where you runnin' from?
Left the nut up on her ass, in the back like a honey bun
Hundred drums, a hundred guns, your ex play, he a dummy-dumb
Bust nut on her lip, her nigga askin' where she comin' from
Said that she a baller, I'm like, "bitch, you know I ball too"
If she on her period, her pussy turn to ragu (turn to ragu)
Lookin' at my chains, she got wet, bitch, that's what the bag do
I knock the pussy out of the park, now she callin' me Babe Ruth
Yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
(And we know some good pussy make a nigga say)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
And we know some good dick that make the pussy say
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
(And we know some good pussy make a nigga say)
And I'm a scorpio too
It's your dick, baby girl
I think I'm in love, love, love
I think I'm in love, love, love
He know what time it is (yeah), he better not try a bitch (huh?)
I had the nigga sprawled 'fore I even tried the dick (on God)
Who you know gon' ride the dick? (Who?)
Take it out and swallow it? (Mmm)
Kitchen counter, coffee table, couch, all type of shit (type of shit)
Makeup sex, won't even talk it out (uh)
He love my Boosie verse, he wan' see what the hype about (yeah)
Make him eat it late night like the waffle house (waffle house)
And purple pickle mean pull up, don't gotta type it out (uh-uh)
Yeah, I'm wifey, but f*ck him like a ratchet (like a ratchet)
He gon' drop it in the box like a ballot (like a ballot)
If it's gon' have me callin' bitches up and spazzin' (brr)
Subbin' in my captions, then I gotta have it
(And we know some good dick that make the pussy say)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
And we know some good pussy make them niggas say
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
And we know some good dick that make the pussy say
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
And we know some good pussy make them niggas say
And I'm a scorpio too
It's your dick, baby girl
I think I'm in love, love, love
I think I'm in love, love, love
Writer: Bryson Lashun Potts, Norva Q. Denton, Alyssa Michelle Stephens, Terrell McNeal, Zachary D. Thomas, Andrell Rogers, Carl Dorsey
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Camelot
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)
(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)
Writer: Bryson Potts, Darzell Triplett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Walk Em Down
(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)
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)
Writer: Carlos Daniel Munoz, Rodrick Jr. Moore, Alex Christian Jean Petit, Bryson Lashun Potts
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Murda Talk
(Think we found a loophole)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em (I bet I do)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em (I bet I do)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em
Ayy, I think lil' homie scared, fool
He say, "I'm ready, fool" (ready, fool)
So I gave him that lil' dirty tool
He say he finished dude (he got the Glock, nigga)
Say he caught him slippin'
Got the clip and knocked him out his shoes (grrt, sayin')
Mommas cryin', niggas dyin'
Pussy, that's what shottas do, (ayy, shottas)
Creep on your block, real slow (slow)
Tint on my window (window)
Mask on, gloves on (gloves, hey)
You know that clip extendo (extendo)
And don't let down that window (ayy)
Open up that door and chase his ass (the f*ck you doin'?)
Put two up in his back
And then I walk 'em down and face his ass (grrt, grrt, grrt)
Said he want some smoke (yeah)
Well, you know I had to lace his ass (yeah, yeah)
Opposition's hoe gave me throat
While she was shakin' ass (what? What? Yeah)
My pops said, "Don't give him that Glock
'Cause you know he gon' f*ckin' cry" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If a nigga catch me in a jam
You know I let it ride (skrrt, grrt)
It's my life or yours, pussy nigga
I'm gon' let me decide
We shoot first, we don't shoot back (nope)
So you niggas better duck and hide (grrt, grrt)
I got the Drac' in trench coats (ayy)
Send shots up through the window (ayy)
I got the Glock, a gen four (ayy)
We pop his top and then we go (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Traffickin' birds like Nino (ayy)
We leave him lost like Nemo (ayy)
All-black attire, emo (ayy)
Short time to live like chemo (ayy, ayy, ayy)
If the number's right, your nigga kill you (Ooh)
Call it bingo (I bet he did it)
You better watch your lingo (brrt)
My niggas slide for G-note (brrt, I made him do it)
I need to slow down on them thirties (hey)
'Cause I'm keep throwin' up (I'm throwin' up)
I threw back two of them bitches (bah)
So it gave me bubble guts
Ayy, I got my pistol with me (ayy)
Got the semi with me (brrt)
Ridin' in the hemi (yeah, yeah)
I was thuggin' hard in juvenile (ayy)
I had the rules bendin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
He like, "damn, you left that clip empty? (What?)
Yeah, I left that clip empty (stupid)
Yeah, I'm killer, so come tempt me (duh)
Memphis shooters like the Grizzlies (go)
Shoot his baby mama in his chest (grrt, grrt)
Damn near knocked the titty (uh)
I'm off a couple f*ckin' Percocets (ooh)
I feel my body lifted (ayy)
Why the f*ck that boy, he got a vest? (Ayy)
We pop his top and dip it (ayy)
Drive-by in a Honda Civic
So they know lil' Choppa did it (ayy, brrt)
Hop out, boys on the block (get up)
Niggas ran like they seen the narcs (brrt, yeah, ah, yeah)
Hit him in his thigh (boom)
Hit him in his back, make him drop
Oh, he still alive? Let me finish that
Pop his top (what), I don't fantasize
Them bodies in my mind (huh, huh)
And I can't stop (huh, huh)
Uh, nigga know I keep a Glock, yeah (huh, huh, ayy)
Nigga (ayy), f*ck, how we gon' buck
Nigga, f*ck, nigga (ayy)
Brrt (ayy), nigga, f*ck nigga (we takin' trees)
Bust, nigga, brrt (ayy)
You know we bust triggers (ayy)
F*ck nigga (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em (I bet I do)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em (I bet I do)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em
Ayy, I think lil' homie scared, fool
He say, "I'm ready, fool" (ready, fool)
So I gave him that lil' dirty tool
He say he finished dude (he got the Glock, nigga)
Say he caught him slippin'
Got the clip and knocked him out his shoes (grrt, sayin')
Mommas cryin', niggas dyin'
Pussy, that's what shottas do, (ayy, shottas)
Creep on your block, real slow (slow)
Tint on my window (window)
Mask on, gloves on (gloves, hey)
You know that clip extendo (extendo)
And don't let down that window (ayy)
Open up that door and chase his ass (the f*ck you doin'?)
Put two up in his back
And then I walk 'em down and face his ass (grrt, grrt, grrt)
Said he want some smoke (yeah)
Well, you know I had to lace his ass (yeah, yeah)
Opposition's hoe gave me throat
While she was shakin' ass (what? What? Yeah)
My pops said, "Don't give him that Glock
'Cause you know he gon' f*ckin' cry" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If a nigga catch me in a jam
You know I let it ride (skrrt, grrt)
It's my life or yours, pussy nigga
I'm gon' let me decide
We shoot first, we don't shoot back (nope)
So you niggas better duck and hide (grrt, grrt)
I got the Drac' in trench coats (ayy)
Send shots up through the window (ayy)
I got the Glock, a gen four (ayy)
We pop his top and then we go (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Traffickin' birds like Nino (ayy)
We leave him lost like Nemo (ayy)
All-black attire, emo (ayy)
Short time to live like chemo (ayy, ayy, ayy)
If the number's right, your nigga kill you (Ooh)
Call it bingo (I bet he did it)
You better watch your lingo (brrt)
My niggas slide for G-note (brrt, I made him do it)
I need to slow down on them thirties (hey)
'Cause I'm keep throwin' up (I'm throwin' up)
I threw back two of them bitches (bah)
So it gave me bubble guts
Ayy, I got my pistol with me (ayy)
Got the semi with me (brrt)
Ridin' in the hemi (yeah, yeah)
I was thuggin' hard in juvenile (ayy)
I had the rules bendin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
He like, "damn, you left that clip empty? (What?)
Yeah, I left that clip empty (stupid)
Yeah, I'm killer, so come tempt me (duh)
Memphis shooters like the Grizzlies (go)
Shoot his baby mama in his chest (grrt, grrt)
Damn near knocked the titty (uh)
I'm off a couple f*ckin' Percocets (ooh)
I feel my body lifted (ayy)
Why the f*ck that boy, he got a vest? (Ayy)
We pop his top and dip it (ayy)
Drive-by in a Honda Civic
So they know lil' Choppa did it (ayy, brrt)
Hop out, boys on the block (get up)
Niggas ran like they seen the narcs (brrt, yeah, ah, yeah)
Hit him in his thigh (boom)
Hit him in his back, make him drop
Oh, he still alive? Let me finish that
Pop his top (what), I don't fantasize
Them bodies in my mind (huh, huh)
And I can't stop (huh, huh)
Uh, nigga know I keep a Glock, yeah (huh, huh, ayy)
Nigga (ayy), f*ck, how we gon' buck
Nigga, f*ck, nigga (ayy)
Brrt (ayy), nigga, f*ck nigga (we takin' trees)
Bust, nigga, brrt (ayy)
You know we bust triggers (ayy)
F*ck nigga (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Writer: Alex Petit, Bryson Lashun Potts, Caleb McLean, Camren Martin, Javar A. Rockamore, Nikolas Papamitrou, Robert Reese, Ron Montgomery, Theodore Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Who TF Up in My Trap
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (think we found a loophole)
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
F*ck up in my trap
Who the f*ck up in my trap?
Who the f*ck up in my trap?
Who the f*ck up in my trap?
Who the f*ck is in my trap, man
Who the f*ck, ayy (ayy)
Who the f*ck outside my trap?
Say he wanna cop a gram
Bitch, you better cop a P, or an ounce, or a half
He said he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, trip him down
We gon' take his car, have him on the bus, the Greyhound
You don't have to be accurate when you got a hunnid round
Bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground
We got a hundred shots, I bet his body drop, I made him milly rock
Servin' beef up in this bitch like Philly sauce
Soon as we get the drop
Put one up in the head, before I do the dirt, ain't gotta cop
Theses choppa bullets ripped his dreads, blood's leakin' on his drop
We shot at shit, you know I'm General
We don't care where you at, bitch, you know we finish you
They say, "Lil' choppa brang what?" How them niggas know it's you?
No, don't you hop up in my car, 'cause you know it's murder, fool, yeah, yeah
Catch me in the trap with two Dracos up in my lap
And I got fiends runnin' out that want the crack like Bobby Brown
I had a shootout, seen his body drop
Can't lie, that shit was really fun
I don't know about you, thug
But I really love my guns
You see this twenty-six? It got a switch and it can hold the drum
Your Glizzy automatic, yeah, you know it's redrum
Trynna sell Choppa a strap? Ayy, he gonna take your gun
He seen me out and tried to give me daps
I slapped him with my palm
I blow exotic dope, exotic gas, you know it keep me calm
We never stoppin', crashin' out until we see the police come
He seen me, got to shakin', so I know that nigga scared of us
Left blood up on the scene, but I don't think the scene was red enough
So we spinned again and dropped his partner while I used the same gun
But he ain't make it to the doctor, bitch, it's DOA up in this gun
Did the drill, changed the barrel, ain't no case up on this gun
I dropped the opp, I made him twirl, it's ballerinas with this gun
Who the f*ck outside my trap?
Say he wanna cop a gram
Bitch, you better cop a P, or an ounce, or a half
He said he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, strip him down
We gon' take his car, have him on the bus, the Greyhound
You don't have to be accurate when you got a hunnid round
Bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground, yeah, yeah
Nigga, NLE the Top Shotta
I've been a problem but I seen him through the dogs, bitch (Who?)
Huh, yeah, you know we on that shotta shit
Hit it, ain't no politics, bruh, you get hit then
(Who the f*ck is, who the f*ck is)
Uh, uh, no cap
(Who the f*ck is, who the f*ck is)
(Who the f*ck is, who the f*ck is)
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
F*ck up in my trap
Who the f*ck up in my trap?
Who the f*ck up in my trap?
Who the f*ck up in my trap?
Who the f*ck is in my trap, man
Who the f*ck, ayy (ayy)
Who the f*ck outside my trap?
Say he wanna cop a gram
Bitch, you better cop a P, or an ounce, or a half
He said he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, trip him down
We gon' take his car, have him on the bus, the Greyhound
You don't have to be accurate when you got a hunnid round
Bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground
We got a hundred shots, I bet his body drop, I made him milly rock
Servin' beef up in this bitch like Philly sauce
Soon as we get the drop
Put one up in the head, before I do the dirt, ain't gotta cop
Theses choppa bullets ripped his dreads, blood's leakin' on his drop
We shot at shit, you know I'm General
We don't care where you at, bitch, you know we finish you
They say, "Lil' choppa brang what?" How them niggas know it's you?
No, don't you hop up in my car, 'cause you know it's murder, fool, yeah, yeah
Catch me in the trap with two Dracos up in my lap
And I got fiends runnin' out that want the crack like Bobby Brown
I had a shootout, seen his body drop
Can't lie, that shit was really fun
I don't know about you, thug
But I really love my guns
You see this twenty-six? It got a switch and it can hold the drum
Your Glizzy automatic, yeah, you know it's redrum
Trynna sell Choppa a strap? Ayy, he gonna take your gun
He seen me out and tried to give me daps
I slapped him with my palm
I blow exotic dope, exotic gas, you know it keep me calm
We never stoppin', crashin' out until we see the police come
He seen me, got to shakin', so I know that nigga scared of us
Left blood up on the scene, but I don't think the scene was red enough
So we spinned again and dropped his partner while I used the same gun
But he ain't make it to the doctor, bitch, it's DOA up in this gun
Did the drill, changed the barrel, ain't no case up on this gun
I dropped the opp, I made him twirl, it's ballerinas with this gun
Who the f*ck outside my trap?
Say he wanna cop a gram
Bitch, you better cop a P, or an ounce, or a half
He said he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, strip him down
We gon' take his car, have him on the bus, the Greyhound
You don't have to be accurate when you got a hunnid round
Bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground, yeah, yeah
Nigga, NLE the Top Shotta
I've been a problem but I seen him through the dogs, bitch (Who?)
Huh, yeah, you know we on that shotta shit
Hit it, ain't no politics, bruh, you get hit then
(Who the f*ck is, who the f*ck is)
Uh, uh, no cap
(Who the f*ck is, who the f*ck is)
(Who the f*ck is, who the f*ck is)
Writer: Bobby Reese, Bryson Potts, Jeffrey Page, Joe Cooley, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul Beauregard, Rodney Oliver, Theodore Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Shotta Flow 3
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)
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)
Writer: Bryson Potts, Jose Luis Reynoso-Contreras
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Top Shotta Flow
Shotta
Turn the reverb down a lil' bit
I'ma call this bitch the "Top Shotta Flow" right here
"Top Shotta Flow" on some shit
NLE, Top Shotta (think we found a loophole)
Turn my vocals up some (brrt)
Brrt, nigga, brrt
NLE, Top Shotta (ayy), got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (ayy, yeah)
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (grrt, grrt, ayy)
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy)
Cut off some niggas, they say that I'm fake (cut off)
Them niggas was bitches, weren't makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake)
Had to run this shit up, make a K in a day (K in a day)
We was robbin' and schemin' and duckin' them Ks
I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble (take me a gamble)
I was down on my dick, had to ride for a gavel
In the stolo ridin', now we ride in the Lambos (in Lambos)
I give you my problems, I bet you can't handle (ayy)
My niggas, they trap out the vacant apartments and bandos
Band man, gang, drum on the choppa, commando (commando)
Choppa go on repeat, on repeat just like Sopranos (brrt, brrt, Sopranos)
Think that you steppin' to me (ayy), I'll leave you where you stand, ho (ayy)
Slide on that boy, yeah, we ride in the night (ayy)
I don't care the circumstance he dyin' tonight (tonight)
Left my phone at the crib, I'm doin' it right (doin' it right)
My nigga on the drill, my Glock on the right (grrt)
Step one, step two, hop out on feet (Hop out)
Why the f*ck is he runnin'? He playing with me (ayy)
Put one in his noggin, he layin' asleep
They call me, talk shit like I'm they enemies
Make a killin' off a show, then get a nigga killed
Get a nigga peeled, put him on the quilt
Drank in the cup, sip out the seal
He went out, said, "he not my nigga"
We do this for real, we never gon' squeal
We know what it is, we see that he deal
We ain't gonna do it unless he off a pill
I swear I was sober on all of my drills
Cut off some niggas, they say that I'm fake (cut off)
Them niggas was bitches, weren't makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake)
Had to run this shit up, make a K in a day (K in a day)
We was robbin' and schemin' and duckin' them Ks
I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble (take me a gamble)
I was down on my dick, had to ride for a gavel
In the stolo ridin', now we ride in the Lambos (in Lambos)
I give you my problems, I bet you can't handle (ayy)
These niggas be bruisers, niggas ain't shootin'
Twenty K on his head, you still ain't do it
Who did you call when y'all got into it?
You know I be tweakin', you know how I pull it (You know how I pull it)
One shot, niggas must think I'm pussy (What?)
Bitch, you seen me leave niggas gushy (c'mon)
Big dawg in the hoodie, call me Tookie (What?)
Big man on the block, ask Drew Gooden (ayy)
Walk down in my ski mask and a hoodie (ayy)
Say "I'm not killer," you niggas be foolin'
Go at my nigga, he seen me do it
Shoot up the party, we droppin' them bullets
It's a hunnid sum' Grapes, he ain't stoppin' them boys
F*ckin' with me, you get put in a morgue
I ain't threaten no man, I'm a big lil' gangsta
Whole lotta gun residue on my finger
When them niggas be hidin' I get a lil' anxious
I'ma shoot up the crib, shoot that bitch through the blanket
I'm a real Top Shotta, put it on the map
Niggas turn ghost when it's time to ride out
This shit is tatted on my stomach, Top Shotta, it ain't wrong
Bitch, I'm rasta, for real, Jamaica, it be my stompin'
Cut off some niggas, they say that I'm fake (cut off)
Them niggas was bitches, weren't makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake)
Had to run this shit up, make a K in a day (K in a day)
We was robbin' and schemin' and duckin' them Ks
I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble (take me a gamble)
I was down on my dick, had to ride for a gavel
In the stolo ridin', now we ride in the Lambos (in Lambos)
I give you my problems, I bet you can't handle (ayy)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, Top Shotta
Ayy, Top Shotta, Top, mm
Top Shotta, Top, mm, Top Shotta, Top, ayy
Top Shotta, nigga, bitch, mm, ayy
Turn the reverb down a lil' bit
I'ma call this bitch the "Top Shotta Flow" right here
"Top Shotta Flow" on some shit
NLE, Top Shotta (think we found a loophole)
Turn my vocals up some (brrt)
Brrt, nigga, brrt
NLE, Top Shotta (ayy), got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (ayy, yeah)
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (grrt, grrt, ayy)
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy)
Cut off some niggas, they say that I'm fake (cut off)
Them niggas was bitches, weren't makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake)
Had to run this shit up, make a K in a day (K in a day)
We was robbin' and schemin' and duckin' them Ks
I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble (take me a gamble)
I was down on my dick, had to ride for a gavel
In the stolo ridin', now we ride in the Lambos (in Lambos)
I give you my problems, I bet you can't handle (ayy)
My niggas, they trap out the vacant apartments and bandos
Band man, gang, drum on the choppa, commando (commando)
Choppa go on repeat, on repeat just like Sopranos (brrt, brrt, Sopranos)
Think that you steppin' to me (ayy), I'll leave you where you stand, ho (ayy)
Slide on that boy, yeah, we ride in the night (ayy)
I don't care the circumstance he dyin' tonight (tonight)
Left my phone at the crib, I'm doin' it right (doin' it right)
My nigga on the drill, my Glock on the right (grrt)
Step one, step two, hop out on feet (Hop out)
Why the f*ck is he runnin'? He playing with me (ayy)
Put one in his noggin, he layin' asleep
They call me, talk shit like I'm they enemies
Make a killin' off a show, then get a nigga killed
Get a nigga peeled, put him on the quilt
Drank in the cup, sip out the seal
He went out, said, "he not my nigga"
We do this for real, we never gon' squeal
We know what it is, we see that he deal
We ain't gonna do it unless he off a pill
I swear I was sober on all of my drills
Cut off some niggas, they say that I'm fake (cut off)
Them niggas was bitches, weren't makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake)
Had to run this shit up, make a K in a day (K in a day)
We was robbin' and schemin' and duckin' them Ks
I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble (take me a gamble)
I was down on my dick, had to ride for a gavel
In the stolo ridin', now we ride in the Lambos (in Lambos)
I give you my problems, I bet you can't handle (ayy)
These niggas be bruisers, niggas ain't shootin'
Twenty K on his head, you still ain't do it
Who did you call when y'all got into it?
You know I be tweakin', you know how I pull it (You know how I pull it)
One shot, niggas must think I'm pussy (What?)
Bitch, you seen me leave niggas gushy (c'mon)
Big dawg in the hoodie, call me Tookie (What?)
Big man on the block, ask Drew Gooden (ayy)
Walk down in my ski mask and a hoodie (ayy)
Say "I'm not killer," you niggas be foolin'
Go at my nigga, he seen me do it
Shoot up the party, we droppin' them bullets
It's a hunnid sum' Grapes, he ain't stoppin' them boys
F*ckin' with me, you get put in a morgue
I ain't threaten no man, I'm a big lil' gangsta
Whole lotta gun residue on my finger
When them niggas be hidin' I get a lil' anxious
I'ma shoot up the crib, shoot that bitch through the blanket
I'm a real Top Shotta, put it on the map
Niggas turn ghost when it's time to ride out
This shit is tatted on my stomach, Top Shotta, it ain't wrong
Bitch, I'm rasta, for real, Jamaica, it be my stompin'
Cut off some niggas, they say that I'm fake (cut off)
Them niggas was bitches, weren't makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake)
Had to run this shit up, make a K in a day (K in a day)
We was robbin' and schemin' and duckin' them Ks
I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble (take me a gamble)
I was down on my dick, had to ride for a gavel
In the stolo ridin', now we ride in the Lambos (in Lambos)
I give you my problems, I bet you can't handle (ayy)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, Top Shotta
Ayy, Top Shotta, Top, mm
Top Shotta, Top, mm, Top Shotta, Top, ayy
Top Shotta, nigga, bitch, mm, ayy
Writer: Bryson Lashun Potts, Caleb McLean, Javar A. Rockamore, Jeff Lacroix, Ron Montgomery
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Shotta Flow 4
Ayy, put the beam on my Glock for my accuracy
Bitch, you know that I'm tough like a refugee (CashMoneyAP)
Boy, you know you get dead if you step to me (brrt)
I was only 15 with a felony (yeah, yeah)
Whole lotta opps so the party got wrecked (ayy)
Big ass crib but it's blood on the set (ayy)
Call the Glock Nike, put a nigga in check (ayy)
How he gon' breathe when I shot him in the neck? (ayy)
Check, the opps stay famous, I put 'em on TV (brrt)
It's a house on my neck and it's filled with VV's (bitch)
I walked down on him and he didn't even see me (bitch)
Hollow tips in this Glock, these shits is not BB's
I'm the only rapper that's down for a body (down for a body)
I don't need the drugs, I don't need no Molly (don't need no Molly)
Bitch I'm BBK, I'll shoot everybody (brrt, brrt)
I always got this gun, it's glued to my body
Shoot him in the hip if he turn into a runner (ayy)
Gun in the park, it's like my nigga's name's Gunna (ayy)
Catch him in the Buick, I'ma flip the old Honda (ayy)
African shooters, I call 'em Wakanda (ayy)
If he wanna do it, tell 'em I'm ready (I'm ready)
Knock out his brains, it sound like spaghetti
Shoot at the cops like Corey Maggette (yeah)
Bitch, I'm Don Dada, my hair be dreaded
Hol' up, hol' up
I'm on a Perc' in this motherf*cka
Get dirty in this motherf*cka
Get put on a shirt in this motherf*cka
If a nigga want smoke, if a nigga want smoke
I'ma get his ass hurt in this motherf*cka
Big Drac' when I slide in a motherf*cka (slide in a motherf*cka)
Nigga playin', he dyin' in this motherf*cka (he dyin' in this motherf*cka)
If a nigga really want that shit, he can get that shit
Got the Glock on the hip, I'ma shoot that bitch (dumbass)
AR-15 with the five-five-six
If a nigga want smoke, he gon' get dismissed (bitch)
I don't even gotta car, hundred K Audemar
You can see it on my wrist when a bitch gliss (ice)
I'ma get better, I'm not gon' miss
Why the f*ck you got a gun if you know you a bitch? ayy
Bitch, it's too deep, don't get in this water (bitch)
If we can't find him, we shoot at his daughter (brrt)
I see that hate but you know I go harder (yeah)
Bitch, you my son, you know I'm a father (what?)
Demon, you can call me a gremlin (huh?)
I want the smoke like a motherf*ckin' chimney (a chimney)
You get shot in the mouth if you grinnin'
Shotta fam, extortion, we winnin'
Your homie a bitch, you can keep him (he a bitch)
My shooter a dawg like Latifa (let's go)
Take a look in my eyes, I'm the reaper (you a bitch)
Bitch, I really don't f*ck with them people (I don't f*ck with them people)
And niggas be on Judgement Day with God, I bust at them people (I'm sorry)
Bitch, you know I'm gon' shoot when I see you
If I was you, I wouldn't want to be you (I wouldn't wanna be you), yeah, yeah
Leave 'em unrecognized, running through homage
Get into a jam and you turn into an accomplice (ayy)
Slammin' on the opps like a nigga Tim Duncan (ayy, ayy)
I'ma come with a gun, I call it conjunction
Bitch shaking heads, what the f*ck is you doin'? (what you doin'?)
I ain't test hoes, but you know I'm pursuin' 'em
F*ck with two hoes, I do it congruent
If you diss on my name, your life get ruined (ayy)
Shoot him in the back, take him out like Ricky (huh?)
Don't come too close 'cause I'm clutching my Blicky
Got a Glock .26 and it came with a titty (brrt, brrt)
No biggie with the choppa, get to boppin' like Diddy (brrt, brrt)
Bitch, you not robbin' shit and I put that on Buddha (brrt, brrt)
I used to be fine then I turned to the shoota (brrt, brrt)
Extended the MAC, it look a ruler (brrt, brrt)
I didn't wanna kill him but I had to change (brrt)
We on a opp's ass, man, they want us to let up (they wanna let up)
White tee turned red, they thought I hit him with some ketchup (hit him with some ketchup)
The body count keep risin', I done turned into the devil (turned into the devil)
They know how we be slidin', bitch, I had to cop a rental (I got the rental)
Huh, yeah, f*ckin' with me
F*ckin' Shotta Flow 4, is you f*ckin' with me?
Shotta Flow 4, is you f*ckin' with me?
We keep them Glocks, and bitch, we tuckin' semi's
Bitch, you know that I'm tough like a refugee (CashMoneyAP)
Boy, you know you get dead if you step to me (brrt)
I was only 15 with a felony (yeah, yeah)
Whole lotta opps so the party got wrecked (ayy)
Big ass crib but it's blood on the set (ayy)
Call the Glock Nike, put a nigga in check (ayy)
How he gon' breathe when I shot him in the neck? (ayy)
Check, the opps stay famous, I put 'em on TV (brrt)
It's a house on my neck and it's filled with VV's (bitch)
I walked down on him and he didn't even see me (bitch)
Hollow tips in this Glock, these shits is not BB's
I'm the only rapper that's down for a body (down for a body)
I don't need the drugs, I don't need no Molly (don't need no Molly)
Bitch I'm BBK, I'll shoot everybody (brrt, brrt)
I always got this gun, it's glued to my body
Shoot him in the hip if he turn into a runner (ayy)
Gun in the park, it's like my nigga's name's Gunna (ayy)
Catch him in the Buick, I'ma flip the old Honda (ayy)
African shooters, I call 'em Wakanda (ayy)
If he wanna do it, tell 'em I'm ready (I'm ready)
Knock out his brains, it sound like spaghetti
Shoot at the cops like Corey Maggette (yeah)
Bitch, I'm Don Dada, my hair be dreaded
Hol' up, hol' up
I'm on a Perc' in this motherf*cka
Get dirty in this motherf*cka
Get put on a shirt in this motherf*cka
If a nigga want smoke, if a nigga want smoke
I'ma get his ass hurt in this motherf*cka
Big Drac' when I slide in a motherf*cka (slide in a motherf*cka)
Nigga playin', he dyin' in this motherf*cka (he dyin' in this motherf*cka)
If a nigga really want that shit, he can get that shit
Got the Glock on the hip, I'ma shoot that bitch (dumbass)
AR-15 with the five-five-six
If a nigga want smoke, he gon' get dismissed (bitch)
I don't even gotta car, hundred K Audemar
You can see it on my wrist when a bitch gliss (ice)
I'ma get better, I'm not gon' miss
Why the f*ck you got a gun if you know you a bitch? ayy
Bitch, it's too deep, don't get in this water (bitch)
If we can't find him, we shoot at his daughter (brrt)
I see that hate but you know I go harder (yeah)
Bitch, you my son, you know I'm a father (what?)
Demon, you can call me a gremlin (huh?)
I want the smoke like a motherf*ckin' chimney (a chimney)
You get shot in the mouth if you grinnin'
Shotta fam, extortion, we winnin'
Your homie a bitch, you can keep him (he a bitch)
My shooter a dawg like Latifa (let's go)
Take a look in my eyes, I'm the reaper (you a bitch)
Bitch, I really don't f*ck with them people (I don't f*ck with them people)
And niggas be on Judgement Day with God, I bust at them people (I'm sorry)
Bitch, you know I'm gon' shoot when I see you
If I was you, I wouldn't want to be you (I wouldn't wanna be you), yeah, yeah
Leave 'em unrecognized, running through homage
Get into a jam and you turn into an accomplice (ayy)
Slammin' on the opps like a nigga Tim Duncan (ayy, ayy)
I'ma come with a gun, I call it conjunction
Bitch shaking heads, what the f*ck is you doin'? (what you doin'?)
I ain't test hoes, but you know I'm pursuin' 'em
F*ck with two hoes, I do it congruent
If you diss on my name, your life get ruined (ayy)
Shoot him in the back, take him out like Ricky (huh?)
Don't come too close 'cause I'm clutching my Blicky
Got a Glock .26 and it came with a titty (brrt, brrt)
No biggie with the choppa, get to boppin' like Diddy (brrt, brrt)
Bitch, you not robbin' shit and I put that on Buddha (brrt, brrt)
I used to be fine then I turned to the shoota (brrt, brrt)
Extended the MAC, it look a ruler (brrt, brrt)
I didn't wanna kill him but I had to change (brrt)
We on a opp's ass, man, they want us to let up (they wanna let up)
White tee turned red, they thought I hit him with some ketchup (hit him with some ketchup)
The body count keep risin', I done turned into the devil (turned into the devil)
They know how we be slidin', bitch, I had to cop a rental (I got the rental)
Huh, yeah, f*ckin' with me
F*ckin' Shotta Flow 4, is you f*ckin' with me?
Shotta Flow 4, is you f*ckin' with me?
We keep them Glocks, and bitch, we tuckin' semi's
Writer: Bryson Lashun Potts
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Shotta Flow 5
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
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
Writer: Bryson Potts, Courageous Xavier Henri
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Neighborhood Watch
It ain't what I thought it would be
I told them niggas stop talkin' to me
Do walk-ups
And then we stand over him and knock his top off
Knock his top off, knock his block off (brrt, brrt, ayy)
Stand over him and knock his top off
They know how we comin', they know we spinnin'
They know how this shit get
On Grape, check the news
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Bitch, I'm rollin' an opp and I'm sippin' on Wock'
And she givin' me top while I'm clutchin' the Glock
AR chop
Didn't have a good look at him, but a nigga still took that shot
Put one in the head
I smacked him with the pistol, left his forehead with a knot
Ride for my dawgs like bike pegs
Try to run, then both legs get shot
Stretch me a 'bow and then stretch me a ho
And then stretch me a opp right at the show
Few niggas came around me got popped
Them niggas wasn't alright with the GOAT
Purple rags on the boat with my ho
Few bitches pullin' up for the loads
Exotic boat, it can go for the low
I told him three racks for this smoke
Glock in his face, I'ma see where his savage at
Shootin' at who? Bitch, you know we ain't havin' that
Shot at the opp, made that bitch hit the cabbage patch
Gave him a vowel, his clip started emptyin'
I'm in Sin City, I'm sinnin' with Silla
We flippin' them bitches, just me and my killers
Mama and daughter, they facin' the pillows
She suckin' my dick while she callin' her nigga
Gave him twenty, but he did it for free
Better come correct, you comin' for me
We droppin' bodies every day of the week
DOA, cold case, deceased
Heard that diss, but we gon' see
Leave no evidence, OCD
I'ma get caught if the camera see me
'Cause I'm bare face, no mask when me meet
Got the neighborhood watch on the corner
Got the neighborhood smokin' marijuana
I got the neighborhood watchin' for the Dada
But little do they know that I'm the one that's gunnin'
On the low, I'm the one that be causin' violence
I be silent on it, but I keep on smilin'
What they don't know is that lil' nigga got bodies
Any problem, he gon' solve it with that rocket
Ayy, high as a bitch, I ain't know where to land
So I landed in coochie with her and her friend
Wanted a Birkin, I gave her a Gucci instead
Brodie, he went out and caught him a body
He told me he need him a Xan', man
Retaliation, that's a must
You bust at us, then you know you a dead man
Nigga ain't spinned on me
Nigga ain't even got that much nuts
Would've got shot in the head, but he ducked
If I miss a shot, then I go make it up
Catch him on the rebound, hundred round go
Mama say stop, but the bullets, they blow
I shoot too much, my fingers sore
Big red dot on the nose for a bozo
Got the neighborhood watch on the corner
Got the neighborhood smokin' marijuana
I got the neighborhood watchin' for the Dada
But little do they know that I'm the one that's gunnin'
On the low, I'm the one that be causin' violence
I be silent on it, but I keep on smilin'
What they don't know is that lil' nigga got bodies
Any problem, he gon' solve it with that rocket
Nigga
F*ck you mean, nigga?
Them niggas know how we be comin', TKO
They know the score, five and oh, we winnin', though
Catch a body, then repent it, ho
Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt
Get down
Brrt, brrt, brrt
Get down
Brrt, brrt, brrt
Get down, the whole round
Brrt, brrt
I told them niggas stop talkin' to me
Do walk-ups
And then we stand over him and knock his top off
Knock his top off, knock his block off (brrt, brrt, ayy)
Stand over him and knock his top off
They know how we comin', they know we spinnin'
They know how this shit get
On Grape, check the news
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Bitch, I'm rollin' an opp and I'm sippin' on Wock'
And she givin' me top while I'm clutchin' the Glock
AR chop
Didn't have a good look at him, but a nigga still took that shot
Put one in the head
I smacked him with the pistol, left his forehead with a knot
Ride for my dawgs like bike pegs
Try to run, then both legs get shot
Stretch me a 'bow and then stretch me a ho
And then stretch me a opp right at the show
Few niggas came around me got popped
Them niggas wasn't alright with the GOAT
Purple rags on the boat with my ho
Few bitches pullin' up for the loads
Exotic boat, it can go for the low
I told him three racks for this smoke
Glock in his face, I'ma see where his savage at
Shootin' at who? Bitch, you know we ain't havin' that
Shot at the opp, made that bitch hit the cabbage patch
Gave him a vowel, his clip started emptyin'
I'm in Sin City, I'm sinnin' with Silla
We flippin' them bitches, just me and my killers
Mama and daughter, they facin' the pillows
She suckin' my dick while she callin' her nigga
Gave him twenty, but he did it for free
Better come correct, you comin' for me
We droppin' bodies every day of the week
DOA, cold case, deceased
Heard that diss, but we gon' see
Leave no evidence, OCD
I'ma get caught if the camera see me
'Cause I'm bare face, no mask when me meet
Got the neighborhood watch on the corner
Got the neighborhood smokin' marijuana
I got the neighborhood watchin' for the Dada
But little do they know that I'm the one that's gunnin'
On the low, I'm the one that be causin' violence
I be silent on it, but I keep on smilin'
What they don't know is that lil' nigga got bodies
Any problem, he gon' solve it with that rocket
Ayy, high as a bitch, I ain't know where to land
So I landed in coochie with her and her friend
Wanted a Birkin, I gave her a Gucci instead
Brodie, he went out and caught him a body
He told me he need him a Xan', man
Retaliation, that's a must
You bust at us, then you know you a dead man
Nigga ain't spinned on me
Nigga ain't even got that much nuts
Would've got shot in the head, but he ducked
If I miss a shot, then I go make it up
Catch him on the rebound, hundred round go
Mama say stop, but the bullets, they blow
I shoot too much, my fingers sore
Big red dot on the nose for a bozo
Got the neighborhood watch on the corner
Got the neighborhood smokin' marijuana
I got the neighborhood watchin' for the Dada
But little do they know that I'm the one that's gunnin'
On the low, I'm the one that be causin' violence
I be silent on it, but I keep on smilin'
What they don't know is that lil' nigga got bodies
Any problem, he gon' solve it with that rocket
Nigga
F*ck you mean, nigga?
Them niggas know how we be comin', TKO
They know the score, five and oh, we winnin', though
Catch a body, then repent it, ho
Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt
Get down
Brrt, brrt, brrt
Get down
Brrt, brrt, brrt
Get down, the whole round
Brrt, brrt
Writer: Bryson Lashun Potts, Kodarius Ramone Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Cant Take It
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
NLE Top Shotta got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
Niggas can't take my money, I waited too long
Take it from me, I waited too long
Take it from me, I waited too long
I told 'em, "wait 'til four o'clock, the night too young"
I ask 'em, do he got a strap? 'Cause I'll supply you a gun
I told 'em lay up at his house until your ass out the sun
But we ain't doin' crashin' out, make sure your ass do it smart (brrt, brrt)
Murder genius, I'm probably plottin' on bodies wanted dead
She murder, see me, she suck it sloppy when she give me head
He sending treaties, we leave 'em on read and then we leave 'em red
We give a f*ck about how you feel, I said what I said
Now we're in the vest, they want me dead, they shoot above the neck
Couple niggas got killed on this quest, I'm lookin' for the rest
Catch a body, beat a body, I told 'em that on collect
Couple months later, my killer on the town, we gettin' lit
Side niggas that left around me, they wishin' they never switched
Same hoes that used to be clownin', now they want a nigga dick
Guess they see a nigga drippin' with this glizzy in my 'fit
I ain't too fresh to shoot a nigga, I'll pop you in this bitch
I changed my lane and switched my side, I knew I wasn't living right
Mary Jane for a bitch, we smoke 'em at the candle light
Johnny Dang when it glist', flawless diamonds when I bite
Twenty-three up in his back, his last dance like he Mike
Niggas can't take it from me, I waited too long
Niggas can't take my army, we ready to roam
Wish a nigga play with the money, we get it in the morn'
Judge gave my nigga 'bout a hundred, we get it, you on
Ayy, never pleadin' guilty, f*ck that paper, we ain't signin' that
Look too hard, you'll get shot 'cause your bidness, you ain't minding that
Shot him in his back, he asked the doctor where his spine was at
Popped him as he goin' out, said made him snort a line for that
Schemin' on my mans, I play the cards so I know the risk (we do this shit)
When I slide, I never leave no witness, I ain't no codefendant (I kill this bitch)
Cottonwood baby, but I be posted in the Jordans with it
Rich gang like I'm Baby, might pull them racks, I have to show a nigga
Three-five of the opp pack up in the 'Wood, don't even f*ck with Swishers
Don't say that you good in my hood 'cause I don't really f*ck with niggas
Couple niggas changed on me from the hood, say I ain't f*ckin' with 'em
When I needed a helping hand, nobody came and helped me out
My bitch more gangsta than these niggas, she be sendin' me the drops
If we don't get 'em tonight, then we gon' try again tomorrow
Bitch, we livin' with murders, we never tellin' what we saw
Your new home is the dirt 'cause we gon' put your ass in the coffin
Brrt
I changed my lane and switched my side, I knew I wasn't living right
Mary Jane for a bitch, we smoke 'em at the candlelight
Johnny Dang when it glist', flawless diamonds when I bite
Twenty-three up in his back, his last dance like he Mike
Niggas can't take it from me, I waited too long
Niggas can't take my army, we ready to roam
Wish a nigga play with the money, we get in the morn
Judge gave my nigga 'bout a hundred, we get it, you on
(Grrt)
Nigga
Comin' down, he's dead
Sayin' what the hell?
NLE Top Shotta got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
Niggas can't take my money, I waited too long
Take it from me, I waited too long
Take it from me, I waited too long
I told 'em, "wait 'til four o'clock, the night too young"
I ask 'em, do he got a strap? 'Cause I'll supply you a gun
I told 'em lay up at his house until your ass out the sun
But we ain't doin' crashin' out, make sure your ass do it smart (brrt, brrt)
Murder genius, I'm probably plottin' on bodies wanted dead
She murder, see me, she suck it sloppy when she give me head
He sending treaties, we leave 'em on read and then we leave 'em red
We give a f*ck about how you feel, I said what I said
Now we're in the vest, they want me dead, they shoot above the neck
Couple niggas got killed on this quest, I'm lookin' for the rest
Catch a body, beat a body, I told 'em that on collect
Couple months later, my killer on the town, we gettin' lit
Side niggas that left around me, they wishin' they never switched
Same hoes that used to be clownin', now they want a nigga dick
Guess they see a nigga drippin' with this glizzy in my 'fit
I ain't too fresh to shoot a nigga, I'll pop you in this bitch
I changed my lane and switched my side, I knew I wasn't living right
Mary Jane for a bitch, we smoke 'em at the candle light
Johnny Dang when it glist', flawless diamonds when I bite
Twenty-three up in his back, his last dance like he Mike
Niggas can't take it from me, I waited too long
Niggas can't take my army, we ready to roam
Wish a nigga play with the money, we get it in the morn'
Judge gave my nigga 'bout a hundred, we get it, you on
Ayy, never pleadin' guilty, f*ck that paper, we ain't signin' that
Look too hard, you'll get shot 'cause your bidness, you ain't minding that
Shot him in his back, he asked the doctor where his spine was at
Popped him as he goin' out, said made him snort a line for that
Schemin' on my mans, I play the cards so I know the risk (we do this shit)
When I slide, I never leave no witness, I ain't no codefendant (I kill this bitch)
Cottonwood baby, but I be posted in the Jordans with it
Rich gang like I'm Baby, might pull them racks, I have to show a nigga
Three-five of the opp pack up in the 'Wood, don't even f*ck with Swishers
Don't say that you good in my hood 'cause I don't really f*ck with niggas
Couple niggas changed on me from the hood, say I ain't f*ckin' with 'em
When I needed a helping hand, nobody came and helped me out
My bitch more gangsta than these niggas, she be sendin' me the drops
If we don't get 'em tonight, then we gon' try again tomorrow
Bitch, we livin' with murders, we never tellin' what we saw
Your new home is the dirt 'cause we gon' put your ass in the coffin
Brrt
I changed my lane and switched my side, I knew I wasn't living right
Mary Jane for a bitch, we smoke 'em at the candlelight
Johnny Dang when it glist', flawless diamonds when I bite
Twenty-three up in his back, his last dance like he Mike
Niggas can't take it from me, I waited too long
Niggas can't take my army, we ready to roam
Wish a nigga play with the money, we get in the morn
Judge gave my nigga 'bout a hundred, we get it, you on
(Grrt)
Nigga
Comin' down, he's dead
Sayin' what the hell?
Writer: Amman Nurani, Bryson Lashun Potts, Gideon Beck, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Gamble With My Heart
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(DMac on the f*ckin' track)
Oh, oh, NLE the Top Shotta
I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Ayy, whoa
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Sometimes I gamble with my heart, I'm takin' chances, where my love at?
Don't know where to start, it got me askin', "where the drugs at?"
Suburban who? 'Cause I be posted with the Rugrats
Came up off of robbin', but my OG really sold crack
Billion views up, but I'll still go and kill somethin'
Take one of my dawgs and I'ma make sure all y'all feel one
Unexpected shootout, you ain't knowin' when that drill come
Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'til you niggas come
And I ain't goin' in 'til the mornin'
I see a cop, I'm on it
We leave his mama mournin'
He send a threat, ignore it
The internet for corporate
We leave his body cold spread and then his breath aborted
Wanna go far, but I know bullshit be stoppin' you
Tell 'em keep goin' hard 'cause I know that's just what I would do
People who pushin' through they battles, I swear I'm proud of you
People who say they gon' be there for you ain't on side of you
Granny and mama happy her son havin' a baby
Movin' like a don, so them niggas steady hate me
Mama say I'm crazy 'cause I'm posted with the Drac', man
Tuck it in my pants, I can't let a nigga take me
Life gettin' better, but sometimes it's gettin' hard
People want beneficials, but they ain't play a part
Turn your back on me, we getting ready for war
Backseat with this Drac', we lettin' fire off in this car
Gambles and crosses and losses, we take those
If you ain't man enough, then my killers known to make those
Pesos, we get even, that's if you owe, bro
Game up in a chokehold, they tellin' me to let go
Lately, I been havin' stress all day
Too many problems we face
Gotta sit down and pray
Uh, uh, I swear to that it's gon' be okay
Sometimes I gamble with my heart, I'm takin' chances, where my love at?
Don't know where to start, it got me askin', "where the drugs at?"
Suburban who? 'Cause I be posted with the rugrats
Came up off of robbin', but my OG really sold crack
Billion views up, but I'll still go and kill somethin'
Take one of my dawgs and I'ma make sure all y'all feel one
Unexpected shootout, you ain't knowin' when that drill come
Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'til you niggas come
Yeah
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
We'll post up 'til you niggas come
(DMac on the f*ckin' track)
Oh, oh, NLE the Top Shotta
I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Ayy, whoa
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Sometimes I gamble with my heart, I'm takin' chances, where my love at?
Don't know where to start, it got me askin', "where the drugs at?"
Suburban who? 'Cause I be posted with the Rugrats
Came up off of robbin', but my OG really sold crack
Billion views up, but I'll still go and kill somethin'
Take one of my dawgs and I'ma make sure all y'all feel one
Unexpected shootout, you ain't knowin' when that drill come
Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'til you niggas come
And I ain't goin' in 'til the mornin'
I see a cop, I'm on it
We leave his mama mournin'
He send a threat, ignore it
The internet for corporate
We leave his body cold spread and then his breath aborted
Wanna go far, but I know bullshit be stoppin' you
Tell 'em keep goin' hard 'cause I know that's just what I would do
People who pushin' through they battles, I swear I'm proud of you
People who say they gon' be there for you ain't on side of you
Granny and mama happy her son havin' a baby
Movin' like a don, so them niggas steady hate me
Mama say I'm crazy 'cause I'm posted with the Drac', man
Tuck it in my pants, I can't let a nigga take me
Life gettin' better, but sometimes it's gettin' hard
People want beneficials, but they ain't play a part
Turn your back on me, we getting ready for war
Backseat with this Drac', we lettin' fire off in this car
Gambles and crosses and losses, we take those
If you ain't man enough, then my killers known to make those
Pesos, we get even, that's if you owe, bro
Game up in a chokehold, they tellin' me to let go
Lately, I been havin' stress all day
Too many problems we face
Gotta sit down and pray
Uh, uh, I swear to that it's gon' be okay
Sometimes I gamble with my heart, I'm takin' chances, where my love at?
Don't know where to start, it got me askin', "where the drugs at?"
Suburban who? 'Cause I be posted with the rugrats
Came up off of robbin', but my OG really sold crack
Billion views up, but I'll still go and kill somethin'
Take one of my dawgs and I'ma make sure all y'all feel one
Unexpected shootout, you ain't knowin' when that drill come
Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'til you niggas come
Yeah
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
We'll post up 'til you niggas come
Writer: Bryson Lashun Potts, David McDowell, Lukas Payne, Luke David Clay, Sterling Reynolds, Thomas Horton, Jerome Grant
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Molly
(CashMoneyAP)
(Chapo)
CashMoney, CashMoney, yeah, yeah, yeah
Long days up on the block, a nigga got a sun tan
I'm looking back upon my past, a nigga came from nothin'
These niggas say they wanna blast me, but that Glocky on me
You run up on me, kill your bitch-ass, then I'll shoot your homie
The way I'm feelin', I've been feelin' like a star
Need to slow down on the drugs, keep poppin' these bars
I got about four cars up in the garage
And I can't even drive, but them bitches push start (ayy)
Pushin' straight, backpack, choppa bullets, rat-a-tat
Bad yellow bitch eatin' dick like a Rap Snack
Her pussy on fat-fat, you know I'ma hit that
She said she never had a orgasm, I'ma fix that
Bitch, I'm married to the game, I won't ever get a prenup
My bitch, she playing with my balls, call her Serena
I be beating the pussy up just like Ike did Tina
She turned my dick white 'cause that bitch was a creamer
She off of X pills, Perkys, Roxys, and the Molly
And I like the way she move her body
She gave me head in the backseat of the Maserati
Baby, ride me
She like the way I ride the beat
Ride me
Baby, get on top of me, yeah
You was at the school and I was at the bank
I be smoking opps and you be smoking dank
And, bitch, I keep a gun, bitch, you keep a shank
And you know that I'm a shooter, that's how I got my name
I got way too many bitches, mane, it's looking like a pageant
She can't speak no English, but that bitch, she call me daddy
Just like a plane, if I see the oppositions, then I'm crashing
This chopper sang, make him dance like that nigga Michael Jackson
Ayy, I'm a glizzy toter, like a notebook, I'ma fold her
She was slurpin' on my dick like she drinking on some soda
That bitch, she love giving brain, yeah, you know that I control her
She got a big ol' onion booty, so I told her bend it over
When I hit her from the back, had that bitch screaming Crip
'Cause when I get done she gon' walk with a limp
Lotta niggas came with me like the slaves on the ship
And my trap going dumb, doing acrobatic flips (ayy, uh)
I got this Glocky up in my pocket and I'ma pop it
She popping molly, she off a molly, she give me noggin
I'm off a Roxy, I'm codeine bopping, I'm codeine bopping
The coldest nigga in the game so you know I'm never stopping
She drinking Hennessy
She popping Xannies
She always on her knees
That's why her nigga can't stand me, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh, huh
Uh, huh (yeah, yeah)
(Chapo)
CashMoney, CashMoney, yeah, yeah, yeah
Long days up on the block, a nigga got a sun tan
I'm looking back upon my past, a nigga came from nothin'
These niggas say they wanna blast me, but that Glocky on me
You run up on me, kill your bitch-ass, then I'll shoot your homie
The way I'm feelin', I've been feelin' like a star
Need to slow down on the drugs, keep poppin' these bars
I got about four cars up in the garage
And I can't even drive, but them bitches push start (ayy)
Pushin' straight, backpack, choppa bullets, rat-a-tat
Bad yellow bitch eatin' dick like a Rap Snack
Her pussy on fat-fat, you know I'ma hit that
She said she never had a orgasm, I'ma fix that
Bitch, I'm married to the game, I won't ever get a prenup
My bitch, she playing with my balls, call her Serena
I be beating the pussy up just like Ike did Tina
She turned my dick white 'cause that bitch was a creamer
She off of X pills, Perkys, Roxys, and the Molly
And I like the way she move her body
She gave me head in the backseat of the Maserati
Baby, ride me
She like the way I ride the beat
Ride me
Baby, get on top of me, yeah
You was at the school and I was at the bank
I be smoking opps and you be smoking dank
And, bitch, I keep a gun, bitch, you keep a shank
And you know that I'm a shooter, that's how I got my name
I got way too many bitches, mane, it's looking like a pageant
She can't speak no English, but that bitch, she call me daddy
Just like a plane, if I see the oppositions, then I'm crashing
This chopper sang, make him dance like that nigga Michael Jackson
Ayy, I'm a glizzy toter, like a notebook, I'ma fold her
She was slurpin' on my dick like she drinking on some soda
That bitch, she love giving brain, yeah, you know that I control her
She got a big ol' onion booty, so I told her bend it over
When I hit her from the back, had that bitch screaming Crip
'Cause when I get done she gon' walk with a limp
Lotta niggas came with me like the slaves on the ship
And my trap going dumb, doing acrobatic flips (ayy, uh)
I got this Glocky up in my pocket and I'ma pop it
She popping molly, she off a molly, she give me noggin
I'm off a Roxy, I'm codeine bopping, I'm codeine bopping
The coldest nigga in the game so you know I'm never stopping
She drinking Hennessy
She popping Xannies
She always on her knees
That's why her nigga can't stand me, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh, huh
Uh, huh (yeah, yeah)
Writer: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Benjamin Calame, Bryson Lashun Potts
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Paranoid
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
(Palaze, what you cookin'?)
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
(Yeah, go dummy, Kyle)
Eh, eh, oh, oh, oh
My biggest fear is being left all alone
I'm sincere when I admit my wrongs
I hope my dos outweigh all my don'ts
I tell you to leave, that's not what I want (not what I want)
I'm prayin' every day, life's hard (life's hard)
Heavily flawed, yeah, you know that I'm scarred (know I'm scarred)
It hurt me deep 'cause you aimed at my heart (at my heart)
Up this Glock on anybody, paranoid (brrt)
Treat my feelings with weed so I'm gone in a daze (on a daze)
If I don't get attention then I might misbehave (I might misbehave)
Anxiety, I cried my thoughts all in my brain (in my brain)
Switchin' lanes, everybody drivin' me insane (wow)
It's one step forward and three back, endless pain
Bae text me like, "where you at?" I'm with the gang (I'm with the gang)
She tell me, "be smart," 'cause she know I'll go hit a stain (I go hit a stain)
I told her I ain't crashin', got a baby on the way
You got me out my zone, like whoa-whoa-whoa
That love that you showed me, I can't let go
"I got your back forever," that's what a nigga had told her (what I told her)
You gon' push my son around while he ridin' the stroller
Got you cryin' on my shoulder, you know I'ma hold you
Some shit I shouldn't told ya, eh, eh, whoa, whoa
I got a lot of problems, I'm just lettin' you know
I take it out on you and whoever else want some (whoever want some)
My biggest fear is being left all alone
I'm sincere when I admit my wrongs
I hope my dos outweigh all my don'ts
I tell you to leave, that's not what I want (not what I want)
I'm prayin' every day, life's hard (life's hard)
Heavily flawed, yeah, you know that I'm scarred (know I'm scarred)
It hurt me deep 'cause you aimed at my heart (at my heart)
Up this Glock on anybody, paranoid (brrt)
And it's a lot of niggas that I wanna see at the top
I'ma make sure all my niggas soak it up, every drop
I get a bitch and tell her, "suck my brother up 'til he pop"
I promise by the end of the year we pull up in drops
I don't know what it is, your company, I just enjoy it
This money we got, I won't break it, so don't you destroy it
Even though I might be the most likely to do it
Just know that I love you, gotta get that understood
My biggest fear is being left all alone
I'm sincere when I admit my wrongs
I hope my dos outweigh all my don'ts
I tell you to leave, that's not what I want (not what I want)
I'm prayin' every day, life's hard (life's hard)
Heavily flawed, yeah, you know that I'm scarred (know I'm scarred)
It hurt me deep 'cause you aimed at my heart (at my heart)
Up this Glock on anybody, paranoid (brrt)
NLE the Top Shotta
I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda, eh, eh, whoa, whoa, eh, eh
I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda, yeah, yeah
(Palaze, what you cookin'?)
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
(Yeah, go dummy, Kyle)
Eh, eh, oh, oh, oh
My biggest fear is being left all alone
I'm sincere when I admit my wrongs
I hope my dos outweigh all my don'ts
I tell you to leave, that's not what I want (not what I want)
I'm prayin' every day, life's hard (life's hard)
Heavily flawed, yeah, you know that I'm scarred (know I'm scarred)
It hurt me deep 'cause you aimed at my heart (at my heart)
Up this Glock on anybody, paranoid (brrt)
Treat my feelings with weed so I'm gone in a daze (on a daze)
If I don't get attention then I might misbehave (I might misbehave)
Anxiety, I cried my thoughts all in my brain (in my brain)
Switchin' lanes, everybody drivin' me insane (wow)
It's one step forward and three back, endless pain
Bae text me like, "where you at?" I'm with the gang (I'm with the gang)
She tell me, "be smart," 'cause she know I'll go hit a stain (I go hit a stain)
I told her I ain't crashin', got a baby on the way
You got me out my zone, like whoa-whoa-whoa
That love that you showed me, I can't let go
"I got your back forever," that's what a nigga had told her (what I told her)
You gon' push my son around while he ridin' the stroller
Got you cryin' on my shoulder, you know I'ma hold you
Some shit I shouldn't told ya, eh, eh, whoa, whoa
I got a lot of problems, I'm just lettin' you know
I take it out on you and whoever else want some (whoever want some)
My biggest fear is being left all alone
I'm sincere when I admit my wrongs
I hope my dos outweigh all my don'ts
I tell you to leave, that's not what I want (not what I want)
I'm prayin' every day, life's hard (life's hard)
Heavily flawed, yeah, you know that I'm scarred (know I'm scarred)
It hurt me deep 'cause you aimed at my heart (at my heart)
Up this Glock on anybody, paranoid (brrt)
And it's a lot of niggas that I wanna see at the top
I'ma make sure all my niggas soak it up, every drop
I get a bitch and tell her, "suck my brother up 'til he pop"
I promise by the end of the year we pull up in drops
I don't know what it is, your company, I just enjoy it
This money we got, I won't break it, so don't you destroy it
Even though I might be the most likely to do it
Just know that I love you, gotta get that understood
My biggest fear is being left all alone
I'm sincere when I admit my wrongs
I hope my dos outweigh all my don'ts
I tell you to leave, that's not what I want (not what I want)
I'm prayin' every day, life's hard (life's hard)
Heavily flawed, yeah, you know that I'm scarred (know I'm scarred)
It hurt me deep 'cause you aimed at my heart (at my heart)
Up this Glock on anybody, paranoid (brrt)
NLE the Top Shotta
I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda, eh, eh, whoa, whoa, eh, eh
I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda, yeah, yeah
Writer: Bryson Potts, Christoffer Buchardt Marcussen, Tung Vu Hong
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Narrow Road
(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
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
Writer: Bryson Lashun Potts, Christopher N'quay Rosser
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Watch Out for the Narcs
(CashMoneyAP)
(Mmm)
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (mmm)
NLE the Top Shotta, bitch, you know I keep it raw (mmm) (eh, eh, eh, whoa, whoa)
NLE the Top Shotta, bitch, you know I'm Don Dada (mmm) (eh, eh)
Walk around, walk around (eh, eh, eh, whoa)
Bitch, I'm forever spittin' and I could give a f*ck what you say
My brother tell me, "keep winning," I put this shit in they face
A couple bitches, they twinnin', they runnin' 'round my place naked
And I'm addicted to sinnin', I done did most shit you're sayin' (brrt, brrt)
Ayy, and I seen coke turn to sugar, I seen sugar turn to shit
Make this NLE shit, now my niggas changin' on this shit
I ain't mad about it, I respect decisions in the pink
'Cause deep down inside, I wanna see
All of my niggas runnin' to the money, gettin' shit from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs
Know my niggas scoring, choppas started roaring
Left a nigga snoring on the block
I gotta start puttin' myself first, finna lose my mind
Them niggas left me out to dry, it really left me black inside
If them tables turned, you know I'd give up my back and spine (you know I would)
Bridges burnin', tried to keep drivin', but I be wreckin' now
Before I walk up in the rain, you know I grab my coat
I'm prepared for my battles, I ain't scared to go
Before I go to sleep, I pray that God keep my soul
I think we live on hell, got a nigga dyin' to know
Them boys ain't slidin' on me, they the ones that's dyin', homie
And I don't like informants
He got a murder appointment, hop out, don't fleet when we dumpin' (brrt, brrt)
Christmas ornaments, we light 'em like a tree when we comin'
Had a vision of a dead man, scared to say it's me, though
I'm a real Capone, gotta XD with my amigos
Free murders, free throws, we do this shit for Ceno
Kill like Al Pacino, but I wasn't on the scene, though
Runnin' to the money, gettin' shit from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs
Know my niggas scoring, choppas started roaring
Left a nigga snoring on the block
To the money, gettin' it from me
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, whoa)
For the narcs
Scoring, roaring
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, whoa)
I hope I die before my mama, I can't see you in a casket (I can't see you in a casket)
Sometimes a nigga wonder do my granny miss my pappy? (Miss my pappy)
Grandpa died, that shit, it hurt me deep, it scarred my daddy
Everybody that I love left, who understand me?
One person that never left, my mama, since a baby
If you gave me somethin', I had to earn it, that shit made me (that shit made a man)
Called the police on me a few times, you tried to save me
This shit I did up in the streets, the shit that had you losin' sleep
Runnin' to the money, gettin' shit from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs
Know my niggas scoring, choppas started roaring
Left a nigga snoring on the block
All my niggas runnin' to the money, gettin' shit from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Know my niggas scoring, choppas started roaring
Left a nigga snoring on the block
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh, oh, oh
(Mmm)
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (mmm)
NLE the Top Shotta, bitch, you know I keep it raw (mmm) (eh, eh, eh, whoa, whoa)
NLE the Top Shotta, bitch, you know I'm Don Dada (mmm) (eh, eh)
Walk around, walk around (eh, eh, eh, whoa)
Bitch, I'm forever spittin' and I could give a f*ck what you say
My brother tell me, "keep winning," I put this shit in they face
A couple bitches, they twinnin', they runnin' 'round my place naked
And I'm addicted to sinnin', I done did most shit you're sayin' (brrt, brrt)
Ayy, and I seen coke turn to sugar, I seen sugar turn to shit
Make this NLE shit, now my niggas changin' on this shit
I ain't mad about it, I respect decisions in the pink
'Cause deep down inside, I wanna see
All of my niggas runnin' to the money, gettin' shit from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs
Know my niggas scoring, choppas started roaring
Left a nigga snoring on the block
I gotta start puttin' myself first, finna lose my mind
Them niggas left me out to dry, it really left me black inside
If them tables turned, you know I'd give up my back and spine (you know I would)
Bridges burnin', tried to keep drivin', but I be wreckin' now
Before I walk up in the rain, you know I grab my coat
I'm prepared for my battles, I ain't scared to go
Before I go to sleep, I pray that God keep my soul
I think we live on hell, got a nigga dyin' to know
Them boys ain't slidin' on me, they the ones that's dyin', homie
And I don't like informants
He got a murder appointment, hop out, don't fleet when we dumpin' (brrt, brrt)
Christmas ornaments, we light 'em like a tree when we comin'
Had a vision of a dead man, scared to say it's me, though
I'm a real Capone, gotta XD with my amigos
Free murders, free throws, we do this shit for Ceno
Kill like Al Pacino, but I wasn't on the scene, though
Runnin' to the money, gettin' shit from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs
Know my niggas scoring, choppas started roaring
Left a nigga snoring on the block
To the money, gettin' it from me
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, whoa)
For the narcs
Scoring, roaring
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, whoa)
I hope I die before my mama, I can't see you in a casket (I can't see you in a casket)
Sometimes a nigga wonder do my granny miss my pappy? (Miss my pappy)
Grandpa died, that shit, it hurt me deep, it scarred my daddy
Everybody that I love left, who understand me?
One person that never left, my mama, since a baby
If you gave me somethin', I had to earn it, that shit made me (that shit made a man)
Called the police on me a few times, you tried to save me
This shit I did up in the streets, the shit that had you losin' sleep
Runnin' to the money, gettin' shit from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs
Know my niggas scoring, choppas started roaring
Left a nigga snoring on the block
All my niggas runnin' to the money, gettin' shit from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Know my niggas scoring, choppas started roaring
Left a nigga snoring on the block
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh, oh, oh
Writer: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Bryson Lashun Potts, Jesse Lichtman Evans, Spencer Eugene Stewart
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Made It Happen
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Whoa (Dmac on the f*ckin' track)
(Mmm) I read a comment the other day and folks said I be fake (Ayy)
Uh, that shit be funny (ooh) (eh, eh, eh, whoa
I speak real facts, real life, no way I'm cappin' (brrt)
This shit real, for real (ayy, brrt)
Rasta, you know me, know this for my people
Rasta, you know me, know this for my people
Rasta, you know me, know this for my people
Rasta, you know me, know this for my people
Ayy, yeah, you helped when I was down, but I did more when I got up
I'm grateful they penny pinchin', draw that line and then they stuck
Lotta niggas, they ain't wit' me from the beginning, now it's f*ck 'em
Broke as f*ck, I asked for licks and you ain't give it, how I'm your brother?
I still slide with them choppers, I still move with them robbers
I killed your demon, we the devils, we be squashin' them goblins
He's in the distance talkin' murder, but he cap on them bodies
Bitch, all the ones that's gettin' hit, ayy, check the news if I'm lyin'
At the end of the day, all the niggas gettin' popped
Roll on the block and I'ma make it rock
Rocks in my cup while I sip on Wock
Pulled the panties up, I told her I just want the top
I ain't gotta say RIP to too many of my niggas
'Cause me and my niggas really do the killin'
You would rather hear me say free Hotty then free Tae (free my dawgs)
And free my nigga CeeLo 'cause they fightin' they sentences
I done really seen tragic
But I still made it happen
Handguns, automatics and they gettin' into clappin'
Yeah, we totin' these ratchets and they ain't doin' no jammin'
Y'all shoulda seen that nigga face when I upped on 'em
My niggas happy I did it, but to be honest, shoulda bust homie
But I'm a father now, I got a daughter now
I gotta be smarter now and go a little harder now
She done f*cked with my pride, a couple niggas I let slide
But don't forget them niggas I put up like a jet ride
A real gangsta, helped a nigga that needed most around
I'ma put my nigga on, not finna joke a clown
I feel I do a lot, but do I do too much?
Mom say I do enough, but enough is enough
It's too much on my back but still I carry everybody
But when my knees buckle, I ain't get a text from nobody
Lord (text from nobody)
Grateful to my, ayy, they took my Instagram and
I ain't get s text from nobody, ha
I done really seen tragic
But I still made it happen
Handguns, automatics and they gettin' into clappin'
Yeah, we totin' these ratchets and they ain't doin' no jammin'
I done really seen tragic
But I still made it happen
Handguns, automatics and they gettin' into clappin'
Yeah, we totin' these ratchets and they ain't doin' no jammin'
Aight
Great deal
Whoa (Dmac on the f*ckin' track)
(Mmm) I read a comment the other day and folks said I be fake (Ayy)
Uh, that shit be funny (ooh) (eh, eh, eh, whoa
I speak real facts, real life, no way I'm cappin' (brrt)
This shit real, for real (ayy, brrt)
Rasta, you know me, know this for my people
Rasta, you know me, know this for my people
Rasta, you know me, know this for my people
Rasta, you know me, know this for my people
Ayy, yeah, you helped when I was down, but I did more when I got up
I'm grateful they penny pinchin', draw that line and then they stuck
Lotta niggas, they ain't wit' me from the beginning, now it's f*ck 'em
Broke as f*ck, I asked for licks and you ain't give it, how I'm your brother?
I still slide with them choppers, I still move with them robbers
I killed your demon, we the devils, we be squashin' them goblins
He's in the distance talkin' murder, but he cap on them bodies
Bitch, all the ones that's gettin' hit, ayy, check the news if I'm lyin'
At the end of the day, all the niggas gettin' popped
Roll on the block and I'ma make it rock
Rocks in my cup while I sip on Wock
Pulled the panties up, I told her I just want the top
I ain't gotta say RIP to too many of my niggas
'Cause me and my niggas really do the killin'
You would rather hear me say free Hotty then free Tae (free my dawgs)
And free my nigga CeeLo 'cause they fightin' they sentences
I done really seen tragic
But I still made it happen
Handguns, automatics and they gettin' into clappin'
Yeah, we totin' these ratchets and they ain't doin' no jammin'
Y'all shoulda seen that nigga face when I upped on 'em
My niggas happy I did it, but to be honest, shoulda bust homie
But I'm a father now, I got a daughter now
I gotta be smarter now and go a little harder now
She done f*cked with my pride, a couple niggas I let slide
But don't forget them niggas I put up like a jet ride
A real gangsta, helped a nigga that needed most around
I'ma put my nigga on, not finna joke a clown
I feel I do a lot, but do I do too much?
Mom say I do enough, but enough is enough
It's too much on my back but still I carry everybody
But when my knees buckle, I ain't get a text from nobody
Lord (text from nobody)
Grateful to my, ayy, they took my Instagram and
I ain't get s text from nobody, ha
I done really seen tragic
But I still made it happen
Handguns, automatics and they gettin' into clappin'
Yeah, we totin' these ratchets and they ain't doin' no jammin'
I done really seen tragic
But I still made it happen
Handguns, automatics and they gettin' into clappin'
Yeah, we totin' these ratchets and they ain't doin' no jammin'
Aight
Great deal
Writer: Bryson Lashun Potts, Dyllan Christopher McKinney, Lukas Patrick Payne, Sterling Van Reynolds
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Depression
Oh, oh
Ayy, mmm
My eyes closed, I don't wanna see
My mind gone, I can't sleep
I ain't got no appetite, I can't even eat
It's kinda hard being me
My eyes closed, I can't see
My mind gone, I can't sleep
I ain't got no appetite, I can't even eat
It's kinda hard being me
D-E-P-R-E-S-S-I-O-N
A real street nigga, but I got depression
A lot of things really left my feelings hurtin'
Just wanna please everybody, I'm not perfect
I tried to do right and be your stepping stone
But you ain't do right, you even did me wrong
And I don't know which world that I'm standing on
I just wanna be left in the room with microphones
My dad held me on the couch when Mike was on
Your feelings get hurt and then you get your typing on
I miss my nigga, you just know he got indicted, oh
I just wanna see all my dawgs comin' home
I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em
And I'ma get three motherf*ckin' rid of
They say Lil Choppa, he be jiggin' in his riddim
They say Lil Choppa, he be shootin' at his victims
A lot of niggas tried to play and they got bodied
And if I ever did you wrong, bitch, I'm sorry
I pop the Percocets, I don't f*ck with the molly
I killed him, but I keep on shooting at his body
My eyes closed, I don't wanna see
My mind gone, I can't sleep
I ain't got no appetite, I can't even eat
It's kinda hard being me
My eyes closed, I can't even see
My mind gone, I can't even sleep
I ain't got no appetite, I can't even eat
It's kinda hard being me
They gon' hate me 'til I die, I gotta live with that
I gave that bitch my f*ckin' heart, I want my feelings back
I always keep this shit a hunnid, bae, how real is that?
I know this shit get tangled up because our strings attached, mmm, mmm
And I been just thinkin'
About the best times of my life
The best times of my life
Best times of my life
Think about the, think about it
The best times of my life
The best times of my life
I just wanna go and see the light
I could just look inside your eyes
And tell that you tryna kill my vibe
I don't f*ck with you, you're a lie
Knew it was a hit and deny
All my niggas shoot, not the sky
We be aimin' at you, we don't cry
We ain't stoppin' violence 'til you die
Lord knows, on Jesus Christ
My eyes closed, I don't wanna see
My mind gone, I can't sleep
I ain't got no appetite, I can't even eat
It's kinda hard being me
My eyes closed, I can't even see
My mind gone, I can't even sleep
I ain't got no appetite, I can't even eat
It's kinda hard being me
My eyes closed, I can't even see
My mind's gone, I can't even sleep
I ain't got no appetite, I can't even eat
It's kinda hard being me
Ayy, mmm
My eyes closed, I don't wanna see
My mind gone, I can't sleep
I ain't got no appetite, I can't even eat
It's kinda hard being me
My eyes closed, I can't see
My mind gone, I can't sleep
I ain't got no appetite, I can't even eat
It's kinda hard being me
D-E-P-R-E-S-S-I-O-N
A real street nigga, but I got depression
A lot of things really left my feelings hurtin'
Just wanna please everybody, I'm not perfect
I tried to do right and be your stepping stone
But you ain't do right, you even did me wrong
And I don't know which world that I'm standing on
I just wanna be left in the room with microphones
My dad held me on the couch when Mike was on
Your feelings get hurt and then you get your typing on
I miss my nigga, you just know he got indicted, oh
I just wanna see all my dawgs comin' home
I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em
And I'ma get three motherf*ckin' rid of
They say Lil Choppa, he be jiggin' in his riddim
They say Lil Choppa, he be shootin' at his victims
A lot of niggas tried to play and they got bodied
And if I ever did you wrong, bitch, I'm sorry
I pop the Percocets, I don't f*ck with the molly
I killed him, but I keep on shooting at his body
My eyes closed, I don't wanna see
My mind gone, I can't sleep
I ain't got no appetite, I can't even eat
It's kinda hard being me
My eyes closed, I can't even see
My mind gone, I can't even sleep
I ain't got no appetite, I can't even eat
It's kinda hard being me
They gon' hate me 'til I die, I gotta live with that
I gave that bitch my f*ckin' heart, I want my feelings back
I always keep this shit a hunnid, bae, how real is that?
I know this shit get tangled up because our strings attached, mmm, mmm
And I been just thinkin'
About the best times of my life
The best times of my life
Best times of my life
Think about the, think about it
The best times of my life
The best times of my life
I just wanna go and see the light
I could just look inside your eyes
And tell that you tryna kill my vibe
I don't f*ck with you, you're a lie
Knew it was a hit and deny
All my niggas shoot, not the sky
We be aimin' at you, we don't cry
We ain't stoppin' violence 'til you die
Lord knows, on Jesus Christ
My eyes closed, I don't wanna see
My mind gone, I can't sleep
I ain't got no appetite, I can't even eat
It's kinda hard being me
My eyes closed, I can't even see
My mind gone, I can't even sleep
I ain't got no appetite, I can't even eat
It's kinda hard being me
My eyes closed, I can't even see
My mind's gone, I can't even sleep
I ain't got no appetite, I can't even eat
It's kinda hard being me
Writer: Bryson Lashun Potts, Golden Avery Styles, Leonsio Muca, Lucas Cardoso Suckow, Monique Diamond
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Top Shotta is the debut studio album by American rapper NLE Choppa. It was released on August 7, 2020, by Warner Records. It was initially set for release in early 2020, but was delayed due to the COVID-19 pandemic and Black Lives Matter protests.
Production on the album was handled by several record producers, including CashMoneyAP, Javar Rockamore, and TNTXD, among others. It features guest appearances from Latto, Roddy Ricch, Chief Keef, and Lil Baby. The album debuted at number ten on the Billboard 200.
The album was promoted by six singles: "Shotta Flow 3", "Camelot", "Walk Em Down", "Shotta Flow 5", "Narrow Road", and "Make Em Say".
Performed By:
NLE ChoppaProduction on the album was handled by several record producers, including CashMoneyAP, Javar Rockamore, and TNTXD, among others. It features guest appearances from Latto, Roddy Ricch, Chief Keef, and Lil Baby. The album debuted at number ten on the Billboard 200.
The album was promoted by six singles: "Shotta Flow 3", "Camelot", "Walk Em Down", "Shotta Flow 5", "Narrow Road", and "Make Em Say".
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap, gangsta rap
Producer(s): Budda Beats, CashMoneyAP, Chapo, DMAC, Evince, Evrgrn, FreshDuzIt, Glazer, GStylesOnTheTrack, Hozay Beats, Javar Rockamore, Kannon, Karltin Bankz, Keyz, Kyle Junior, Londn Blue, Loshendrix, MP808, Noah, Palaze, Papamitrou, Payday, Soul Soundz, Spencer Stewart, Stebbz, Stonii, TNTXD, Tre Pounds, Xavi, Yung Talent
Length: 61:25
Released: August 7th, 2020
Year: 2020