CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Choppa MEM
You hear me?
Ayy, yeah, yeah
I walk in the trap, b*t*h get on the floor
B*t*h you know I can't, just give me the throat
He thought it was a joke, now he on the [?]
Tied up with this Glock and you know I'ma blow
Ay, kidnap him then he give a [?]
Bullets come down from the top like confetti
I'ma take his gun if he try to sell it
Should've rent a UPS 'cause the pack get heavy
Get hit with this fire, b*t*h I bet you gon' holler
Don't f**k with the snakes, but it's some on my collar
And if he want a problem, bullets hit his partner
Catchin' plays in the field [?]
N***a he ain't dumb, he ain't take nothin' from me
Wish a f**k n***a would take my money
Exotic my runts, this sh*t is not crummy
He tried to ride my wave, you know that I saunt him
They like "what is you smokin'?"
Lil' b*t*h it's the wrap of weed
I keep watching my back 'cause I know n***as after me
If I dump the whole clip I know Dreek gon' shoot after me
B*t*h its murder for hire, you can't join the faculty
B*t*h, I'm clutchin' my Glock while I eat at the Applebee's
B*t*h I'm high as the sky, I'm up in with the [?]
B*t*h I [?] gotta look after me
B*t*h I'm hangin' outside like I'm making a [?]
"NLE ain't got no money"
Ha, ha, ha, lil' b*t*h you funny
"NLE ain't out here gunning"
I'll get a n***a wrapped up like a mummy
I did it again, repeating them sins
That n***a fruity, put him in a blender
If a n***a want smoke, we gon' make him surrender
Get him out of here
Get him out of here
they get hit with the 7.62's
Came in this b*t*h with the Glock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bring it back in, I'ma come a lil' different this time
Always gotta keep [?]
Bullets hit through your spine
Get a n***a whacked, then put him in a rhyme
makes you sayin' he plottin' on that sh*t
It's bodies with this sh*t
It's wet like toilet, potties in this b*t*h
Bin Laden with this stick
My n***as sendin' shots up in this b*t*h
Yo' n***as gettin' hit
You know I love my Glock, my favorite stick
We always in some sh*t, yeah no cap
Hotbox the drop-top
Put the dope up in my sock
The police tried to take my [?]
My b*t*h a**ist in everything because she gave the drop
I got the [?] up in that grease and fry 'em like a [?]
'Cause I'm really that n***a, they know I'ma step
And I keep me a gun, they say I'm a [?]
My bullets [?] we ain't worried 'bout no trouble
B*t*h I'm up on gang I [?]
I put him on a leash 'cause my bullets gon' [?]
And my shooter a red watch, he kill if I tell him ayy
Top Shotta
f**k n***a, lay down
NLE the Top Shotta
Drac' sound
Drac' sound
Make a n***a lay down
F**k you talkin' 'bout
I really just [?]
Ayy, yeah, yeah
I walk in the trap, b*t*h get on the floor
B*t*h you know I can't, just give me the throat
He thought it was a joke, now he on the [?]
Tied up with this Glock and you know I'ma blow
Ay, kidnap him then he give a [?]
Bullets come down from the top like confetti
I'ma take his gun if he try to sell it
Should've rent a UPS 'cause the pack get heavy
Get hit with this fire, b*t*h I bet you gon' holler
Don't f**k with the snakes, but it's some on my collar
And if he want a problem, bullets hit his partner
Catchin' plays in the field [?]
N***a he ain't dumb, he ain't take nothin' from me
Wish a f**k n***a would take my money
Exotic my runts, this sh*t is not crummy
He tried to ride my wave, you know that I saunt him
They like "what is you smokin'?"
Lil' b*t*h it's the wrap of weed
I keep watching my back 'cause I know n***as after me
If I dump the whole clip I know Dreek gon' shoot after me
B*t*h its murder for hire, you can't join the faculty
B*t*h, I'm clutchin' my Glock while I eat at the Applebee's
B*t*h I'm high as the sky, I'm up in with the [?]
B*t*h I [?] gotta look after me
B*t*h I'm hangin' outside like I'm making a [?]
"NLE ain't got no money"
Ha, ha, ha, lil' b*t*h you funny
"NLE ain't out here gunning"
I'll get a n***a wrapped up like a mummy
I did it again, repeating them sins
That n***a fruity, put him in a blender
If a n***a want smoke, we gon' make him surrender
Get him out of here
Get him out of here
they get hit with the 7.62's
Came in this b*t*h with the Glock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bring it back in, I'ma come a lil' different this time
Always gotta keep [?]
Bullets hit through your spine
Get a n***a whacked, then put him in a rhyme
makes you sayin' he plottin' on that sh*t
It's bodies with this sh*t
It's wet like toilet, potties in this b*t*h
Bin Laden with this stick
My n***as sendin' shots up in this b*t*h
Yo' n***as gettin' hit
You know I love my Glock, my favorite stick
We always in some sh*t, yeah no cap
Hotbox the drop-top
Put the dope up in my sock
The police tried to take my [?]
My b*t*h a**ist in everything because she gave the drop
I got the [?] up in that grease and fry 'em like a [?]
'Cause I'm really that n***a, they know I'ma step
And I keep me a gun, they say I'm a [?]
My bullets [?] we ain't worried 'bout no trouble
B*t*h I'm up on gang I [?]
I put him on a leash 'cause my bullets gon' [?]
And my shooter a red watch, he kill if I tell him ayy
Top Shotta
f**k n***a, lay down
NLE the Top Shotta
Drac' sound
Drac' sound
Make a n***a lay down
F**k you talkin' 'bout
I really just [?]
