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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Donald Bailey Jr.
Donald Bailey Jr.
Songwriter
Project X
Project X
Songwriter
Superstar O.
Superstar O.
Songwriter
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Project X
Project X
Producer
Superstar O.
Superstar O.
Producer
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

The Top Shotta, bomb like Al-Qaeda Finale, finito, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I was missin' the action like Chrisean tooth (Tay Keith, -) Back lettin' loose like a - had to poot I'm a God in Memphis, who bigger than me? (Who bigger than me?) - that they did, I did at 16 (16) He flexin' his money, we know that he broke (know that he broke) - in her mouth, NLE throat coat He pressed 'bout a girl that's - the city He tender (he tender), we call him Diddy (let's go) Choppa so big, knock the weight off Biggie (brrt, brrt, brrt) I'm somethin' like -, this - it get sticky (- it get sticky) Got me in that mode, I don't plan on glitchin' I'm back, -, like I had an addiction Dropped him, let's go, ooh, he couldn't take those, nah Switches and Dracos, yeah, shooters on payroll - don't want no smoke, they Snoop Dogg (Snoop Dogg) We'll show up at yo' door like a U-Haul (U-Haul) Lil' -, big pistol, stand tall (stand tall) Quick to pop a - - like an Adderall (Adderall) Uh, shakin' the spot like an - or somethin' (- or somethin') Lil' bruh sped, he crash for nothin' (crash for nothin') Walk out the house with a mask and gun (mask and gun) Better hold yo' breath like an asthma pump Move like the Pope, hunnid some shots in the Ghost Better think twice, don't approach (brrt, brrt) No regular Glocks, know that it came wit' a box We steppin' like shoes and socks (brrt, brt) One of the realest, how can you not mention? We slid out a Civic, now Rolls-Royce whippin' (brrt) - and grippin', double - twistin' She killin' my kids like abortion clinics Take some from who? He lyin', man (he lyin') - don't feel like dyin', man (like dyin') Cook him like grease in a fryin' pan (he fryin') We done killed more - than the Klansman (oh, God) KKK, got Ks on Ks, wanna - Kim K and make Kanye watch Ayy-ayy, bay-bay, in the club wit' a Drac', gen 5 Glock goin' down like it's Joc Hunnid shots in the whip, it was shot-o-clock He can run from a -, but not from the Glock Don't ask me if it's one up top That's like askin' Floyd Mayweather do he box Walk down on his cat, nine lives, he cap (he cap) Put his head on his lap, we dipped him, uh (we dipped that boy) Make the choppa clap, make it sound like a rapper I'ma hit this - wit' a rhythm, uh My dawg, sick 'em, this - critical Suspect, -, we never been a victim (brrt-brrt) 7.62 chase 'em, trip 'em, if I don't got 'em, Tevo'll get 'em Huh, huh, huh, whip 'em, huh, huh, huh, trip 'em (bah-brrt-brrt) Huh, huh, huh, come here, ah, ah, let's go, let's go, let's go I might just O, fu- that (ayy, f-) Perc's killin' slow, fu- that (say, f-) If I see his - (come here), last Shotta Flow - it (grrt) He flushin' (-, -, we bustin') (Better blow that - if you clutchin') (Lil' bruh, he'll spin for nothin') (Gave his - a Perc' 30, God)
Writer(s): Bryson Lashun Potts, Harald Hjermann Sorebo, Courageous Xavier Herrera Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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