Songwriter: NLE Choppa
[Intro]
Anyway, any day, we gon' get at you
What I say?
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Big boy K, but I want me a milli
Shots rang out on the block like a scrimage
Lean in the cup, we ain't sippin' no Remy
How many shots I got? Bitch, I got plenty
Nigga want beef, so we gave his ass dinner
Screamin' "suck my dick" while they give me my sentence
Didn't mean to do it, I just had adrenaline
Catch his body, watch the drop, and repeat it
Break down the brick, then I get a percentage
I'm fuckin' two bitches, I think that they twinin'
Momma keep tellin' me "just stop the sinnin'"
I'm sinnin', and sinnin', and sinnin', and sinnin'
Mortal Kombat, get my clip, gotta finish
Cole with the Glock, shoot shit like Bennett
Shotta Flow Chop, bitch I'm comin' like a menace
I fucked up the [?]
It's a whole lot of money and drugs on the couch
Bitch, I'm reppin' my gang, [?]
If I hop out this car, bitch you know I'ma stab him
Make that boy see the light, so you know I'm a lamppost
Fucked up in my head, I go on a tantrum
I set examples, all the niggas they scramble
I ain't even gon' send no diss, I'm [?]
I'ma up with this bitch and then shoot you like Rambo
Creep in yo' bushes, my hoodie is camo
Put a bullet in the mullet and drive home
Don't you pull it, I'ma aim at the rival
Movin' them bricks, caution tape, and a towel
Get that bitch, I'ma fuck [?]
I don't know what you got goin', take this nut
Don't run when I put this thumb in yo' butt
Stupid ass hoe fucked up my nut
Bitch I got so mad, damn near smacked her with the Glock
Smack her 'cross the head, I'ma make her do a Diddy Bop
Ridin' on the opps, know we got the East on lock
Walk to the officer, then say "fuck cops"
Chop got a mop, I'ma clean the whole block
If I miss me a drop, I'ma skrt off the lot
Catch me a goofy, I'ma drop the whole flock
For the lock and the slot
Beat him 'til he blood clot
[Chorus]
If you reach for my neck, I'ma hit with this TEC
Man, it could be a stu' 'cause I put him in debt
Put that gun to my face, I ain't break me a sweat
I'ma tell him to pull it, he livin' like that
Told him to pull it, he ain't even wanna pop it
Pussy ass nigga, he ain't caught no bodies
We he got a gun? He ain't doin' no robbin'
Take his strap, he ain't even no target
[Verse 2]
Shoot him at target, so I hit my target
He wanted to bargain, but I started sparkin'
He had a bright future, he made me a [?]
Should've camped by the bushes
Dropped dead, they was talkin'
If he go under, how the fuck he gon' speak?
If he go under, how the fuck he gon' creep?
If he go under, how his momma gon' sleep?
If he go under, how his son gon' eat?
Too late 'cause [?]
Empty in my soul, no misery
I don't think that the fuck nigga feelin' me
This pussy tried to blemish me
Lemon squeeze, I shoot with ease
Get what I want, and I got what I need
Born arrow shooter, he Cherokee
Yo' shooter be foolish, [?]
[Chorus]
If you reach for my neck, I'ma hit with this TEC
Man, it could be a stu' 'cause I put him in debt
Put that gun to my face, I ain't break me a sweat
I'ma tell him to pull it, he livin' like that
Told him to pull it, he ain't even wanna pop it
Pussy ass nigga, he ain't caught no bodies
We he got a gun? He ain't doin' no robbin'
Take his strap, he ain't even no target
Anyway, any day, we gon' get at you
What I say?
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Big boy K, but I want me a milli
Shots rang out on the block like a scrimage
Lean in the cup, we ain't sippin' no Remy
How many shots I got? Bitch, I got plenty
Nigga want beef, so we gave his ass dinner
Screamin' "suck my dick" while they give me my sentence
Didn't mean to do it, I just had adrenaline
Catch his body, watch the drop, and repeat it
Break down the brick, then I get a percentage
I'm fuckin' two bitches, I think that they twinin'
Momma keep tellin' me "just stop the sinnin'"
I'm sinnin', and sinnin', and sinnin', and sinnin'
Mortal Kombat, get my clip, gotta finish
Cole with the Glock, shoot shit like Bennett
Shotta Flow Chop, bitch I'm comin' like a menace
I fucked up the [?]
It's a whole lot of money and drugs on the couch
Bitch, I'm reppin' my gang, [?]
If I hop out this car, bitch you know I'ma stab him
Make that boy see the light, so you know I'm a lamppost
Fucked up in my head, I go on a tantrum
I set examples, all the niggas they scramble
I ain't even gon' send no diss, I'm [?]
I'ma up with this bitch and then shoot you like Rambo
Creep in yo' bushes, my hoodie is camo
Put a bullet in the mullet and drive home
Don't you pull it, I'ma aim at the rival
Movin' them bricks, caution tape, and a towel
Get that bitch, I'ma fuck [?]
I don't know what you got goin', take this nut
Don't run when I put this thumb in yo' butt
Stupid ass hoe fucked up my nut
Bitch I got so mad, damn near smacked her with the Glock
Smack her 'cross the head, I'ma make her do a Diddy Bop
Ridin' on the opps, know we got the East on lock
Walk to the officer, then say "fuck cops"
Chop got a mop, I'ma clean the whole block
If I miss me a drop, I'ma skrt off the lot
Catch me a goofy, I'ma drop the whole flock
For the lock and the slot
Beat him 'til he blood clot
[Chorus]
If you reach for my neck, I'ma hit with this TEC
Man, it could be a stu' 'cause I put him in debt
Put that gun to my face, I ain't break me a sweat
I'ma tell him to pull it, he livin' like that
Told him to pull it, he ain't even wanna pop it
Pussy ass nigga, he ain't caught no bodies
We he got a gun? He ain't doin' no robbin'
Take his strap, he ain't even no target
[Verse 2]
Shoot him at target, so I hit my target
He wanted to bargain, but I started sparkin'
He had a bright future, he made me a [?]
Should've camped by the bushes
Dropped dead, they was talkin'
If he go under, how the fuck he gon' speak?
If he go under, how the fuck he gon' creep?
If he go under, how his momma gon' sleep?
If he go under, how his son gon' eat?
Too late 'cause [?]
Empty in my soul, no misery
I don't think that the fuck nigga feelin' me
This pussy tried to blemish me
Lemon squeeze, I shoot with ease
Get what I want, and I got what I need
Born arrow shooter, he Cherokee
Yo' shooter be foolish, [?]
[Chorus]
If you reach for my neck, I'ma hit with this TEC
Man, it could be a stu' 'cause I put him in debt
Put that gun to my face, I ain't break me a sweat
I'ma tell him to pull it, he livin' like that
Told him to pull it, he ain't even wanna pop it
Pussy ass nigga, he ain't caught no bodies
We he got a gun? He ain't doin' no robbin'
Take his strap, he ain't even no target
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Unreleased Songs
- Whip
- No Fear
- Another Route
- Red Dot
- Want Beef? 2.0 (Remix)
- Love Me Baby
- Remember The Days
- Come Through/Baby Mexico
- Slide
- Counting Up Blues
- High Tonight
- Dope In My Sock
- OG Love
- Knuck If You Buck
- Skrt Skrt
- Top Shotta
- Cream of the Crop*
- What its gone be/ Gender Reveal
- Be About It
- Famous Hoes 2
- Yeah
- Exotic 2
- Shotta Chapter 2 / Best Gore
- Demon / From The Heart
- Caught A Body
- Walk Em Down 2
- Grab My Gun / Change My Ways
- Glock On My Hip
- Made In Jamaica
- Never Fold
- Shotta Flow 6
- 35 Shots
- Kill For No Reason
- Road Rage*
- Stick n Guns/Racks*
- Hot Shit
- Birds Gonna Fly
- Count My Days
- Milly Rocc
- Fucc Da Club Up
- Birdboy 2
- Shotta Chapter 1
- Ride Out
- Joker
- Drug Dreaming/Drug thoughts*
- Can’t Leave Without It (Freestyle)
- Allegations*
- Wheels
- Lethal Injection
- Emphasis
- Deep End*
- 2 Phones
- Tell Me To Go (Murder Trail)*
- Peace & Love*
- Act a Fool
- Insecurities
- High Vibes
- I Get The Pack
- Rambo
- Choppa MEM
- Advanced Money/Doing Her Wrong
- Let Em Know
- BBW
- Big Glock
- Thug Poetry
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