Released: July 22, 2018
Featuring: White $osa
Songwriter: White $osa NLE Choppa
Producer: KC On The Beat
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, 901 Part 2
We in Memphis, know we shoot
We ain't playing by the rules
This my city, you go poof
[Verse 1: White $osa]
See, in Memphis, we leave no witness
We ride with choppas with extensions
Squeezing triggers like some lemons
Get you smoked just like [?]
Moneys bring Glocks, they come with them dicks
Ain't talkin' no tree, we bringing them sticks
Ain't talkin' no tongue, we hitting some licks
You talkin' bout' cash, we get that shit quick
We talkin' bout' guns, like [?] we shoot 'em
Checking the Glock, they foot long like a ruler
Checking my pockets, they all fat like Budha
Look at my ice, they more cooler than a cooler, aye
Bitch we've been chasing this guala
Get in our way, we 'gon knock out your collar
John like some fire, we know we 'gon spark 'em
Bullets been flying, now he needin' a doctor
Flyin the opps we ride with them hips
Riding with K's, no Khloe, no Kendall
You talkin' for [?], we pull up in Kenya
Ain't talkin' no drank, just know we 'gon spit, aye
[Interlude 1: White $osa & NLE Choppa]
Ooh
I heard he want some smoke
I heard he want that choppa
Play them choppas what we tote
Yeah you gonna die today
This shit, it ain't no joke
Bitch don't go outside today, my hittas got Dracos
Talkin' down on my city, we 'gon have to go to war
My hittas pull up 50 deep, we knockin' down your door
When we catch you lacking, know its time to extort
Pow-pow bitch, blood all on your floor (Yeah)
[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Memphis 10, bitch
Memphis 10, bitch
Kill a nigga, then I put his body in a ditch, yeah
We ridin' with them sticks
We ridin' with them sticks, yeah
Pull up on a opp and I bet I won't miss
Choppa the man, Choppa the G.O.A.T
Hidden the choppa, and hidden your ho
Niggas say that they really want smoke
Roll 'em up, and then puff 'em like dope
Glock with the beam, Glock with the scope
Seven niggas I shoot at the pope
If I ain't got it, then my nigga, he tote
Give it to him if my nigga say so
[Interlude 2: NLE Choppa]
901 Part 2, 901 Part 2
'Lil bitch on my dick and she blowin' like a flute
In Memphis with my troops, in Memphis with my troops
I point a finger, and I swear to god they 'gon shoot
[Chorus: White $osa]
901 Part 2, 901 Part 2
Yeah, you know we shoot, yeah, you know we shoot
We ain't playing by the rules
This my city, you go poof
901 Part 2, 901 Part 2
901 Part 2, 901 Part 2
Yeah, you know we shoot, yeah, you know we shoot
We ain't playing by the rules
This my city, you go poof
901 Part 2, 901 Part 2
Ayy, ayy, 901 Part 2
We in Memphis, know we shoot
We ain't playing by the rules
This my city, you go poof
[Verse 1: White $osa]
See, in Memphis, we leave no witness
We ride with choppas with extensions
Squeezing triggers like some lemons
Get you smoked just like [?]
Moneys bring Glocks, they come with them dicks
Ain't talkin' no tree, we bringing them sticks
Ain't talkin' no tongue, we hitting some licks
You talkin' bout' cash, we get that shit quick
We talkin' bout' guns, like [?] we shoot 'em
Checking the Glock, they foot long like a ruler
Checking my pockets, they all fat like Budha
Look at my ice, they more cooler than a cooler, aye
Bitch we've been chasing this guala
Get in our way, we 'gon knock out your collar
John like some fire, we know we 'gon spark 'em
Bullets been flying, now he needin' a doctor
Flyin the opps we ride with them hips
Riding with K's, no Khloe, no Kendall
You talkin' for [?], we pull up in Kenya
Ain't talkin' no drank, just know we 'gon spit, aye
[Interlude 1: White $osa & NLE Choppa]
Ooh
I heard he want some smoke
I heard he want that choppa
Play them choppas what we tote
Yeah you gonna die today
This shit, it ain't no joke
Bitch don't go outside today, my hittas got Dracos
Talkin' down on my city, we 'gon have to go to war
My hittas pull up 50 deep, we knockin' down your door
When we catch you lacking, know its time to extort
Pow-pow bitch, blood all on your floor (Yeah)
[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Memphis 10, bitch
Memphis 10, bitch
Kill a nigga, then I put his body in a ditch, yeah
We ridin' with them sticks
We ridin' with them sticks, yeah
Pull up on a opp and I bet I won't miss
Choppa the man, Choppa the G.O.A.T
Hidden the choppa, and hidden your ho
Niggas say that they really want smoke
Roll 'em up, and then puff 'em like dope
Glock with the beam, Glock with the scope
Seven niggas I shoot at the pope
If I ain't got it, then my nigga, he tote
Give it to him if my nigga say so
[Interlude 2: NLE Choppa]
901 Part 2, 901 Part 2
'Lil bitch on my dick and she blowin' like a flute
In Memphis with my troops, in Memphis with my troops
I point a finger, and I swear to god they 'gon shoot
[Chorus: White $osa]
901 Part 2, 901 Part 2
Yeah, you know we shoot, yeah, you know we shoot
We ain't playing by the rules
This my city, you go poof
901 Part 2, 901 Part 2
901 Part 2, 901 Part 2
Yeah, you know we shoot, yeah, you know we shoot
We ain't playing by the rules
This my city, you go poof
901 Part 2, 901 Part 2