[Intro] Ayy, Cartoon, you got another one Iceberg want a bag, bitch Ayy, ayy
[Chorus: NLE Choppa] Ayy, ayy, we put the Drac' up to yo' face I seen Lil Tevo knock him out I bet we put him in his place Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted with K's Let him play, I air him out, I just walk 'em down in my J's I'm still posted with cuttas I shoot at mammas and brothas We ain't worried 'bout the others We see them niggas, they suffer We bagged 'em up in the duffel We dab 'em up then we bust 'em I brought my flip flops in fights 'Cause I'm shootin' I'm never scufflin'
[Verse 1: NLE Choppa] When the murda come and meet you and yo' door Yeah, it's me, bitch AR-15 and it got a scope, with my ski, bitch Big Grape on a vine, big Loc we spit that G shit Take yo' diss song, get you killed, then make a remix Do you wanna slide tonight? If he don't he gonna die tonight Thousand dollar Glock, exotic pipe, you know we grip it tight If the prices right, catch him on sight, walk up and take his life Told the opps to white the chalk up, that his body laid that night Campin' out in bushes and ditches, that's if I wanna miss him By myself, I made the decision, don't want no codefendant Catch a witness, catch a face shot, don't need no reminiscin' Bare face, and I'm face to face Catch a case then I'm not guilty
[Verse 2: BlocBoy JB] Yeah, I'm not guilty I get rich or die tryin', I'm not 50 I just fucked the plug bitch now his watch missin' Time is money nigga we finessed the clock with it I got shootas at the line, call 'em Mike Bibby He playin' games, we spin around, do a 360 That's a Xbox, you wear G-Shock Draco ride shotgun got the seat hot Miami, I got heat, bitch, I'm Chris Bosh .223, hit his feet, make him hopscotch You just served two niggas that looked like Drake and Josh No wonder why the police on yo' block hot You got shot? Let me shoot you in the same spot I got money, but I'm still on that same block Caught a body and I still got the same Glock Go dig it up, I bet it's still in the same spot Yeah, and I'm still in the same spot Yeah, and I ride for my niggas And I ride for my niggas And I die for my niggas We like fuck them other niggas
[Chorus: NLE Choppa] Ayy, ayy, we put the Drac' up to yo' face I seen Lil Tevo knock him out I bet we put him in his place Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted with K's Let him play, I air him out, I just walk 'em down in my J's I'm still posted with cuttas I shoot at mammas and brothas We ain't worried 'bout the others We see them niggas, they suffer We bagged 'em up in the duffel We dab 'em up then we bust 'em I brought my flip flops in fights 'Cause I'm shootin' I'm never scufflin'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
