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INTERPRÉTATION
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Chant
Javar Rockamore
Javar Rockamore
Programmation
Soul Soundz
Soul Soundz
Programmation
Tre Pounds
Tre Pounds
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Paroles/Composition
Caleb Mclean
Caleb Mclean
Paroles/Composition
Javar Rockamore
Javar Rockamore
Paroles/Composition
Jeff LaCroix
Jeff LaCroix
Paroles/Composition
Ron Montgomery
Ron Montgomery
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Javar Rockamore
Javar Rockamore
Production
RealRed
RealRed
Production
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Ingénierie de mixage
Soul Soundz
Soul Soundz
Production
Tre Pounds
Tre Pounds
Production
Jorres Nelson
Jorres Nelson
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

Turn the reverb down a lil' bit (I think we found a limbo) Turn my vocals up some (brrt) Brrt, bring it, brrt NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda Cut off some -, they say that I'm fake Them - was -, they weren't makin' - shake Had to run this - up, make a K in a day We was robbin' and schemin' and duckin' them Ks I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble I went down on my -, had to ride for a gamble In the stolo ridin', now we ride in the Lambos If I give you my problems, I bet you can't handle My -, they trap out the vacant, apartments and bandos Band man, gang, drum on the choppa, commando Choppa go on repeat, on repeat just like soprano Think that you steppin' to me I'll leave you where you stand, ho Ay, slide on that boy, yeah, we ride in the night I don't care the circumstance he dyin' tonight Left my phone at the crib, I'm doin' it right My - on the drill, my Glock on the right Step one, step two, hop out on feet Why the - is he runnin'? He playing with me Put one in his noggin, he layin' asleep They call me, talk - like I'm they enemies Make a killin' off a show, then get a - killed Get a - peeled, put him on the quilt Drank in the cup, sip out the seal He went out, said, "He not my -" We do this for real, we never gon' squeal He know what the deal, we see that he deal He ain't gonna do it unless he off a pill I swear I was sober on all of my drills Cut off some -, they say that I'm fake Them - was -, they weren't makin' - shake Had to run this - up, make a K in a day We was robbin' and schemin' and duckin' them Ks I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble I went down on my -, had to ride for a gamble In the stolo ridin', now we ride in the Lambos If I give you my problems, I bet you can't handle Them - be bruisers, - ain't shooters 20K on his head, you still ain't do it Who did you call when y'all got into it? You know I be tweakin', you know how I pull it One shot, - must think I'm - (what?) -, you seen me leave - gushy Big dawg in the hoodie, call me Tookie (what?) Big man on the block, ask Drew Gooden Walk down in my ski mask and a hoodie Say "I'm not killer," you - be foolin' Go at my -, he seein' me do it Shoot up the party, we droppin' them bullets It's a hundred-some Grapes, you ain't stoppin' them boys - With me, you get put in the morgue I don't threaten no man, I'm a big lil' gangsta Whole lotta gun residue on my finger When them - be hidin', I get a lil' anxious I'ma shoot up the crib, shoot that - through the blanket I'm a real Top Shotta, put it on the map - Turn ghost when it's time to ride out This - is tatted on my stomach, Top Shotta, it ain't wrong -, I'm rasta, for real, Jamaica, it be my stompin' Cut off some -, they say that I'm fake Them - was -, they weren't makin' - shake Had to run this - up, make a K in a day We was robbin' and schemin' and duckin' them Ks I'ma take me a risk, I'ma take me a gamble I went down on my -, had to ride for a gamble In the stolo ridin', now we ride in the Lambos If I give you my problems, I bet you can't handle Top Shotta Ayy, Top Shotta, Top, mm Top Shotta, Top, mm, Top Shotta, Top, ayy
Writer(s): Javar Rockamore, Bryson Potts, Jeff Lacroix, Caleb Mclean, Ron Montgomery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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