LYRICS
作词 : Bryson Lashun Potts/Donald Bernard Bailey Jr./NLE Choppa/Project X/SuperStar O/Tay Keith
作曲 : Bryson Lashun Potts/Donald Bernard Bailey Jr./NLE Choppa/Project X/SuperStar O/Tay Keith
[Intro]
NLE Top Shotta, bomb like Al-Qaeda
Finale, finito, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Tay Keith, **** these niggas up
[Verse]
I was missin' the action like Chrisean tooth
Gat let loose like a nigga had to poot
I'm a God in Memphis, who bigger than me? (Who bigger than me?)
Shit that they did, I did at sixteen (Sixteen)
He flexin' his money, we know that he broke (Know that he broke)
D**k in her mouth, NLE throat coat
Keep [?] by the girl that **** in the city
He tender (He tender), we call him Diddy (Let's go)
Choppa so big, knock the weight off Biggie (Brr, brr, brr)
I'm somethin' like p***y, this shit it get sticky
Got millionaire mode, I don't plan on glitchin'
I'm back, nigga, like I had an addiction
Dropped him, let's go (Ooh)
He couldn't take those, naw
Switches in Dracos, yeah, shooters on payroll
Nigga don't want no smoke, they Snoop Dogg (Snoop Dogg)
We'a show up at your door like a U-Haul (U-Haul)
Lil' nigga, big pistol, stand tall (Stand tall)
Quick to pop a nigga ass like a Adderall (Adderall)
Shakin' the spot like a ass or somethin' (Ass or somethin')
Lil' bruh sped, he crash for nun (Crash for nothin')
Walk out the house with a mask and gun (Mask and gun)
Better hold yo' breath like a [?], punk
Move like the Pope, hunnid some shots in the Ghost
Better think twice, don't approach (Brr, brr)
No regular Glocks, know that it came with a box
We steppin' like shoes and socks (Brr, brr)
One of the realest, how can you not mention?
We slid out the Civic, now Rolls Royce whippin'
Suckin' and grippin', double jerk and twist it
She killin' my kids like abortion clinics
Take stuff from who? He lyin', man (He lyin')
Nigga don't feel like dyin' man (Like dyin')
Cook him like grease in a frying pan (He frying)
We done killed more niggas than the Klan, man (Oh, God)
KKK, got K's on K's
Wanna **** Kim K and make Kanye watch
Ayy, ayy, bay-bay, in the club with the Drac'
Gen 5 Glock goin' down like [?]
Hunnid shots in the whip, it was Shotta clock
He can run from a nigga, but not from the Glock
Don't ask me if it's one up top
That's like askin' Floyd Mayweather do he box
Walk down on his cat, nine lives, he cap (He cap)
Put his head on his lap, we dipped him, uh
Make the choppa clap, make it sound like a rapper
I'ma hit this b***h with a rhythm, uh
My dawg, sick 'em, this shit critical
Suspect, nigga, we ain't never been a victim
7.62 chase ‘em, trip ‘em
If I don't got 'em, Tevo will get 'em
[Outro]
Huh, huh, huh, whip ‘em
Huh, huh, huh, trip ‘em
Huh, huh, huh, come here
Ah, ah, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
I might just O–, **** that (Ayy, **** that)
Percs killin' slow–, **** that (Say, "**** that")
If I see his ho ****in' (Come here)
Last Shotta Flow
**** it, **** it, **** it, **** it, **** it, **** it
**** it, **** it, **** it, **** it, **** it, **** it
He flushin'
We bust 'em
Better blow that b***h if you clutchin'
Lil' bruh he steal for nothin'
[?] Perc 30, on God