🎧 NLE CHOPPA: TOP SHOTTA ALBÜM ŞARKI SÖZLERİ

Daydream

Got my steeze on them keys

No cap

Uh, ayy, uh, ayy, ayy

 

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 fuck 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 fuckin' on me 'cause a nigga got cabbage

Got a strategy for the opps, usin' my tactics

AndI pay for a body when I get the backend

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

Try to 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 fuck 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

It's up in me

NLE, Top Shotta

Bomb like Al-Qaeda

Mmm, brrt

 

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 as shit (She be toxic as 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 as shit (She be toxic as 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)

Fuck 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 fuck 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 as shit (She be toxic as 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

 

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

NLE the Top Shotta, woah, woah

 

Make Em Say

(feat. Mulatto)

 

[NLE Choppa:]

Woah (NLE the Top Shotta)

 

[NLE Choppa (Mulatto):]

Ayy, and we know some good dick that make the pussy say

Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh

(And we know some good pussy make them niggas say)

Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh

And we know some good dick that made the pussy say

Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh

(And we know some good pussy make them niggas say)

 

[NLE Choppa:]

And I'm a Scorpio too

It's your dick, babygirl

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 fuckin' 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 ragù (Turn to ragù)

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 (And we know some good dick that make the pussy say)

 

[NLE Choppa (Mulatto):]

Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh

(And we know some good pussy make them niggas say)

Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh

And we know some good dick that make the pussy say

Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh

(And we know some good pussy make them niggas say)

 

[NLE Choppa:]

And I'm a Scorpio too

It's your dick, babygirl

I think I'm in love, love, love

I think I'm in love, love, love

 

[Mulatto {NLE Choppa}:]

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 fuck 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}

 

[NLE Choppa {Mulatto}:]

Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh

And we know some good pussy make them niggas say

Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh

And we know some good dick that make the pussy say

Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh

And we know some good pussy make them niggas say

 

[NLE Choppa:]

And I'm a Scorpio too

It's your dick, babygirl

I think I'm in love, love, love

I think I'm in love, love, love

 

Camelot

Yeah

Fresh DuzIt

Yeah

Huh, huh, huh

 

I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit

Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit

Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick

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

Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta

And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas

 

My niggas trappin' out the bando, shoutout to the Migos

If a nigga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole

The trap always open, bitch, we ain't never closed

We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos

Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch

Got a hunnid some' drums like a band in this bitch

Mane she keep on bitchin', all that naggin' and shit

Hoe shut the fuck up and jus' gag on this dick

I'm a side nigga, and I love when she swallow

If a nigga say something, hit him wit' a hollow

That glizzy, knock ya meat out ya taco

Flexin' on these bitches, they call me Johnny Bravo

School of hard knocks, let me take you to class

My bitch is real skinny but she got a lot of ass

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

Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit

Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick

Flyest nigga in the game, yeah (bitch), 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 shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas

 

All up in the party, you know we keep them carbons

Bring a nigga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins

I love Batman, but a young nigga robbin'

Firework show, 'cause my niggas get to sparklin'

I'm a hothead, I'll crash any second

He speakin' on who? Send his bitch ass to heaven

Extended clips, when we tote them MAC-11's

My niggas they be crippin', they be screamin' out them 7's

Why you investigating me? 'Cause I don't know a thing

And I'ma always keep a solid, I ain't never sang

You know I'm Shotta Fam, always gotta rep the gang

He kept on dissin' so a nigga had to snatch his brain

 

Had to snatch his brain (Had to snatch that nigga brain)

I had to snatch his brain (Had to snatch that nigga brain)

I had to make it rain (Make that mothafucka' rain)

R. Kelly, let that fuckin' choppa sing, yeah (Make it sing)

 

Walk Em Down

(feat. Roddy Ricch)

 

CashMoneyAP

Ooh, ooh, no, no

NLE the Top Shotta

 

[NLE Choppa:]

Posted, in front of the trap

Selling dope, 'till the sun come down

Take a fuck nigga right off the map

When I hit him, with this whole hundred rounds

Young joc, in the club, with my Glock

You want to play and then this bitch going down

We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin'

Imma lay him down like he in the lounge

 

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

 

Walk down on 'em in Balenciaga runners

My blood, slime a nigga out, just like a anaconda

You go against me, then you fuck, just like a used condom

I roll 'em up, and then I smoke 'em, like some good ganja

Ay, still doing drive-bys, but I want to walk 'em

If I can't find 'em, you know I'm gonna stalk 'em

Caution tape up on the scene, I had to white chalk 'em

Running from my gun, but my bullets had to hawk 'em

 

Posted, in front of the trap

Selling dope, till the sun come down

Take a fuck nigga right off the map

When I hit him, with this whole hundred rounds

Young joc, in the club, with my Glock

You want to play, and then this bitch going down

We ain't hesitatin' bullets get to blazin'

Imma lay him down like he in the lounge

 

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

 

[Roddy Ricch:]

Nigga, I was posted on the corner, where the jays at

Roll up in the four by four, pull at the corner store

And I got red in my drink, when I pour up soda

I remember praying that the feds never take the Motorola

Choppa got the choppa, make 'em do a backflip

Pay my dog a dime to walk him down, he need the racks bitch

I've been drinkin, I been taking 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

 

[NLE Choppa:]

Posted, in front of the trap

Selling dope, till the sun come down

Take a fuck nigga right off the map

When I hit him, with this whole hundred rounds

Young joc, in the club, with my Glock

You want to play, and then this bitch going down

We ain't hesitatin' bullets get to blazin'

Imma lay him down like he in the lounge

 

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

Walk 'em down

 

Murda Talk

Th-th-th-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 finish 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), ten on my window (Window)

Mask on, gloves on (Gloves, hey), you know that clip extendo (Extendo)

And don't let down the window (Ayy), open up the door and chase his ass (The fuck 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 as she was shakin' ass (What? What? Yeah)

My pops said, "Don't give him that Glock 'cause you know he gon' fuckin' 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 your, 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 a Glock, a [?] 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 shooter like the Grizzlies (Go)

Shoot his baby mama in his chest (Grrt, grrt), damn near knocked the titty (Uh)

I'm off a couple fuckin' Percocets (Ooh), I feel my body lifted (Ayy)

Why the fuck 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 knock (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), fuck, how we gon' buck, nigga, fuck, nigga (Ayy)

Brrt (Ayy), nigga, fuck nigga (We takin' trees), bust, nigga, brrt (Ayy)

You know we bust triggers (Ayy), fuck, nigga

(Brrt, brrt-brrt, brrt, brrt-brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt)

 

Who TF Up In My Trap

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

T-t-t-t-t-think we found a loophole

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

 

Fuck up in my trap

Who the fuck up in my trap?

Who the fuck up in my trap?

Who the fuck up in my trap?

Who the fuck is in my trap, man

Who the fuck, ayy (Ayy)

 

Who the fuck outside my trap?

Say you wanna cop a gram

Bitch, you better cop a pint, or an ounce, or a hail

He said he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, trip him down

We gon' take his car, have him on the [?]

You don't have to be [?] when you got a hunnid ram

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 a milli'

Servin' [?] up in this bitch like Felix, shottas as we get to drop

Go run up in the [?], before I do that dirt, ain't got a cop

The choppa bullets rip the dread's bloods, leakin' on the 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 flu, yeah, yeah

Catch me in the trap wit' you, Dracos up in my lap

And I got fiends runnin' out that want the crab like Bobby Brown

I had a shootout, seen his body drop

And all this shit went really far

I don't know about you, thug

But I really love my guns

You see this 2060? Gotta switch it and they can hold the drum

Play a Glizzy automatic, yeah, you know it's red rum

 

Who the fuck outside my trap?

Say you wanna cop a gram

Bitch, you better cop a pint, or an ounce, or a hail

He said he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, trip him down

We gon' take his car, have him on the [?]

You don't have to be accurate when you got a hunnid rounds

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 fuck is, who the fuck is)

Uh, uh, no cap

(Who the fuck is)

(Who the fuck is)

 

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 big homie, bitch, so you know that I got say-so

 

What you say?

Yeah, man, know what the fuck goin' on

NLE Choppa, nigga (Bitch)

Shotta Flow 3 (Yeah)

Nigga can get beat (Yeah), I don't fuck with the police (Fuck 12, bitch, bitch)

Fuck he talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)

What I say? (Crip)

Ayy (Crip), yeah (Crip), yeah (Crip), yeah

 

Every show that I do, bitch, you know that I rock it (Huh?)

The mic' in my hand, but the Glock in my pocket (Bitch)

These niggas keep dissin', I guess I'm the topic

These bullets gon' knock the knowledge out 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 gangster, you say you a stepper

But you cooperated with police (On God)

Step back up then shoot my thunder

You ain't no boss, lil' nigga, you a runner (Yeah)

This bitch suckin' my dick like a flavored cucumber (Ayy)

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 (Yeah)

I'm pullin' his card, that nigga a bitch

I ride for my nigga like Morty and Rick (Yeah)

Can't step out the house unless I got my blick (That Glock)

You can get your ass shot like I'm takin' a pic'

My nigga Piru but I'm banging the C (The Crip)

If you coming for me, you get put on a tee

If you fucking with me, you gon' sow what you reap

Let out thirty some shots out the Glock 23

Ayy, I want all the green like I was a leaf

My gang in the party, we came for peace (Shotta)

Put chops on a opp so his ass got beat

He got his ass jumped by a hundred some feet (Bitch)

My niggas, they steppin', I call them some troopers

You was shootin' at me, but you missed, you a blooper

And when I shot back, bitch, I hit, I'm a shooter

Big titties on a chopper 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 (Brrrr)

And now that boy head gone

Bitch nigga, you a snitch

My niggas they vicious, bitch, I am a menace

And 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

Walk down on my opp, I ain't leavin' no witness

Shoot a hundred some shots, I won't stop 'til it finish

I break in your 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 shimmy

And she got a fat ass, but that bitch really skinny

And she suckin' my dick, she in love with my Jimmy (Yeah)

John (Bitch)

You talkin' 'bout bodies, I got me a ton (Ho)

And I'll 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 (Faygo)

Run up on me wrong, turn his head into a bagel (A bagel)

On the opposition block just like a Lego (A Lego)

I'm big homie, bitch, so you know that I got say-so, yeah

 

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

Fuck is you sayin'?

Clatt

(Your ass retarded

Ain't know I was on Barbie

That was 'cause my dancin' in this ho)

 

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 (I 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 bitch, they 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 [?] ([?])

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 [?], they in apartments and bandos

Band man, gang, drum on the choppa, commando (Commando)

Choppa go on repeat, on repeat just like soprano (Brrt, brrt, soprano)

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 fuck 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 bitch, they wasn'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 [?] ([?])

In the stolo ridin', now we ride in the Lambos (In Lambos)

I give you my problems, I bet you can't handle (Ayy)

 

Them niggas be [?], 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 at the party, we droppin' them bullets

It's a hunnid sum' [?], he stoppin' them bullets

Fu-fu-fu-fuckin' with me, you get put in a mold

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 bitch, they wasn'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 [?] ([?])

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, Top Shotta, nigga, bitch, mm, ayy

 

Shotta Flow 4 (Remix)

(feat. Chief Keef)

 

[NLE Choppa:]

Ayy, put the beam on my Glock for my accuracy (Yeah)

Bitch, you know that I'm tough like a refugee (CashMoneyAP, yeah)

Boy, you know you get dead if you step to me (Brrt)

I was only fifteen with a felony (Yeah, yeah)

Whole lotta opps so the party got wrecked (Ayy)

Big ass Crip, 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)

Yeah, the opps stay famous, I put 'em on TV

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, this shit is not BBs (Yeah)

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 (I don't need molly)

Bitch, I'm EBK, I'll shoot everybody (Brrt, brrt)

Always got the gun, it's glued to my body

Shoot him in the hip if he turn into a runner (Ayy)

Gun in the purse like a nigga named Gunna (Ayy)

Catch him on the E-way, I'ma flip the whole Honda (Ayy)

African shooters, I call 'em Wakanda (Yeah, yeah)

If he wanna do it, tell him I'm ready (I'm ready)

Knock out his brains, it look like spaghetti (Look like spaghetti)

Shoot at the opps like Corey Maggette (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm Don Dada, my hair be dreaded (Hold up)

Hold up, on a Perc' in this motherfucker

Niggas get dirt in the motherfucker

Get put on a shirt in this motherfucker

If a nigga want smoke, if these niggas want smoke

I'ma get his ass hurt in this motherfucker

Big Drac' when I slide in the motherfucker (When I slide in the motherfucker)

Nigga play, he dyin' in this motherfucker (He dyin' in this motherfucker)

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 5.56

If a nigga want smoke, he gon' get dismissed (Bitch)

I don't even got a car, hundred K Audemar

You can see it on my wrist when the bitch glis'

Aim got better, I'm not gon' miss

Why the fuck you got a gun and 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?)

Lil' demon, you can call me a gremlin (Huh?)

I want the smoke like a motherfuckin' chimney (Like a chimney)

You get shot in your mouth if you grinnin' (Bitch)

Shotta Fam, extortion, we winnin'

Your homie a bitch, you can keep him (He a bitch)

My shooter'll die like Latifah (He dead)

Take a look in my eyes, I'm the reaper (Bitch)

Bitch, I really don't fuck with them people (I don't fuck with them people)

And it can be on Judgement Day with God, I bust at them people (I'm sorry, Lord)

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 him unrecognized when I do a homi' (Ayy)

Get in a jam and you turn into a gummy (Ayy)

Slammin' on the opps like a nigga Tim Duncan (Ayy, ayy)

I'ma come with a gun, I call it conjunction (Ayy)

Bitch shakin' ass, what the fuck is you doin'? (What you doin'?)

I ain't chasin' hoes, but you know I'm pursuin'

I'm fuckin' two hoes, I do it congruent (Congruent)

If you diss on my name, your life get ruined

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 chopper, get to boppin' like Diddy (Brrt, brrt)

Bitch, you not robbin' shit and I put that on Buddha

I used to be fine then I turned to the shooter

Extended the mag, it look a ruler (Ayy, brrt, brrt)

I didn't wanna kill him, but I had to do him

We on the opps' 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 copped the rental)

[Interlude: Chief Keef]

Choppa, what it is, shorty?

How you bleedin'? (Sos', baby)

 

[Chief Keef:]

You know I be smoking that Tooky-Took (Smoking that Tooky-Took)

She told me I taste like some Juicy Fruit (Taste like some Juicy Fruit)

She ate me like gum in that coupey-coupe (In that coupey-coupe)

Shoot up his ride, call JiffyLube

The Glock said, "Ask that boy is he cool?" (Is he cool?)

Bustin' down his block like an inner tube (Inner tube)

Urus, I might just paint that bitch blue (Bitch blue, blue)

He said that I know him, who is you? (Who is you?)

He said he a dog, he a Scooby-Doo

I'ma sip lean 'til I'm forty-four (Yeah)

I was sixteen ridin' with a 44

I'ma up a handgun at the door

I ain't been to the 'Raq in a lil' minute (Nah)

But still ride with my shorties, though

Black car, white seats, it's an Oreo

Blow him down with twin Glocks, call me Wario, ayy

Fuck everybody

I have the chance, I'll buck everybody (Bang)

Sayin' fuck me, no, fuck everybody (Bang)

Got the pole out, better duck, everybody

Tell him cool down 'fore he buck his body

Glock on my lap, call him Buffy the Body

Throw him in the ocean, tell him locate his body

His mom's pulling up to come okay his body, ah

 

Shotta Flow 4, huh? (Bah)

Ayy (Bah)

 

Shotta Flow 5

You know what the fuck going on

NLE muhfuckin' Choppa

The Top Shotta, you hear me?

I stand on top of shit

We doin' this shit (Go, get him, go)

Ay

 

I whip the pat like a container, I just copped me a Beamer (A Beam)

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 motherfuckin' 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)

Shots, see a nigga, they call him a snake

Ayy, fuck all that, Trick, shoot 'em in the face

Send the hit and the fire, 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 fuck with 12, I was eleven again (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I need me a trophy, the best to send

You niggas ain't straight, y'all lesbians

And fuck your dead homie, I say it again

If he come back to life, he dead again

Try to find me, he gon' fight for his life (Bitch)

Swing with what?, I'ma swim' with the pipe

(He's not cherishin' ya)

I take his life, straight jacket music, I belong in asylum

Felonies and felonies, they're 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 the hard hat

We finish the beef as soon as you start that (Ayy)

Bitch, I shoot first, why the fuck 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 I free my dawgs, I'm being sincerely?

Another opp died, the nigga, like seriously?

Damn, another one? Nigga, we shot him, and then we killed his brother

Damn, we 'bout to go get the money

You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em

If my brother don't like them, I don't

Somebody tell him he in trouble

I paid too much for my mothafuckin' guns for me to scuffle

Gotcha young nigga, I feel like Gucci

Fuck so hard, left blood all on the coochie

Money said, "Ooh," put my thumb in the booty

I be damned, this dumbass ho just pooped it

Who ain't with the murder, lil' nigga, I killed him

That night he died, that was my idea

Hope my niggas slide, make sure he won't live

But this a lil' secret, they 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

 

(You say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em)

Fuck you tal'm 'bout, haha

(Straight-straight jacket music, I belong in asylum)

Fuck they gon' do, fuck they thinkin', ayy

(You 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

Fuck you talkin' about

 

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 (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 G.O.A.T.

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

Fuck 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

 

Can't 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 fuck 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, fuck 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 fuck with Swishers

Don't say that you good in my hood 'cause I don't really fuck with niggas

Couple niggas changed on me from the hood, say I ain't fuckin' 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?

 

Gamble With My Heart

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

(DMac on the fuckin' track)

Oh-oh, NLE the Top Shotta

I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

Woah, woah

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

 

Molly

(CashMoneyAP)

(Chapo)

CashMoney, CashMoney, yeah, yeah, yeah

 

Long days up on the block, a nigga got a suntan

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-ta-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 would never 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)

 

Paranoid

Eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh, woah, woah, woah, woah

(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 do's 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)

I'm really 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' insane (Wow)

It's one step forward and three steps 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 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 woah-woah-woah

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, woah, woah

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 do's 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)

I'm really 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 do's 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)

I'm really 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)

 

Narrow Road

(feat. Lil Baby)

 

[NLE Choppa:]

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 and I did out, 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

 

[Lil Baby:]

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 fuck 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

 

[NLE Choppa:]

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

A narrow ro-o-oad

A narrow ro-oad, ayy

Narrow ro-o-oad

 

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)

NLE the top shotta, bitch, you know I'm Don Dada (Mmm)

Walk around, walk around (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ayy-woah)

 

Bitch, I'm forever spittin' and I could give a fuck 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, ayy-woah)

For the narcs

Scoring, roaring

(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ayy-woah)

 

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

 

Made It Happen

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

Woah

(Dmac on the fuckin' track)

(Mmm) Baby ain't comment fake (Ayy)

Uh, that shit be fake (Ooh)

I speak real facts, real life, you already cappin'

This shit real, for real (Ayy)

 

Rock stayin' on me, know this for my people

Rock stayin' on me, know this for my people

Rock stayin' on me, know this for my people

Rock stayin' on 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 fuck 'em

Broke as fuck, 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 [?] and free Tae (Free my dawgs)

And free my nigga '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 fucked 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

Grateful to my [?] my Instagram

I ain't get the tea 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, haha

Great deal, haha

 

Depressio

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 motherfuckin' 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 fuck 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 fuckin' heart, I want my feelings back

I always keep this shit one hundred, 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 fuck 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