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NLE Choppa의 상위 곡
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
NLE Choppa
보컬
CashMoneyAP
프로그래밍
Yung Talent
프로그래밍
작곡 및 작사
Alex Petit
송라이터
Bryson Potts
송라이터
Camren Martin
송라이터
Nikolas Papamitrou
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
RealRed
어시스턴트 프로듀서
Tiernan Cranny
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Chris Athens
마스터링 엔지니어
Aaron Mattes
믹싱 엔지니어
CashMoneyAP
프로듀서
Nick Papz
프로듀서
Yung Talent
프로듀서
가사
CashMoneyAP
Ayy, ayy
We took a finger off that bitch
For all that typing and shit (All that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin'
You know she be toxic as shit (She be toxic as shit)
I see 'em hating in my comments
Tell 'em get off my dick (Get off my dick)
And for them niggas did me dirty, come back, hit at your shit
You ran when your nigga got popped
Why you ain't shoot back? (Why you ain't shoot back?)
I'm EBK for real, any nigga play get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this shit is serious
They tuckin' tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one, but my nigga ain't double back
Nigga, blatt
He callin' me off the bitch phone, he tryna see just where I'm at
I'm posted at the crib, I got the .308, it's in my bag
Go outside with this chopper, see a car, then I'ma air it
Bitch, I'm a baby Loc, I never show no fear 'cause I ain't scared
And I'ma have his mama somewhere cryin'
Singin' sad songs (Singing sad songs, song)
Put a price up on his head, his toe
I want a tag on it (I put a tag on it)
Me and Tevo might go kill a nigga
Then go brag on it (Then go brag on it)
Up the prices, I'ma go and kill him, spend your last on it
Voicin' your opinion but nobody's understanding you (Understanding you)
Standin' ten toes on my own like a man would do (Like a man would do)
When she pop a molly she eat it up like a vegetable (Just like a vegetable)
Ride this dick like Harley, she all in she grip my testicles (She grip my testicles)
Never say, "I'm sorry", I say what I meant, I tell the truth (I tell the truth)
NLE the army
Got troops that gon' shoot, you front your move (Front your move)
My daughter on the way, but I told Blasian have my son, though
I'm shadowed by my past, I just want the sun to shine on me
We took a finger off that bitch
For all that typing and shit (All that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin'
You know she be toxic as shit (She be toxic as shit)
I see 'em hating in my comments
Tell 'em get off my dick (Get off my dick)
And for them niggas did me dirty, come back, hit at your shit
You ran when your nigga got popped
Why you ain't shoot back? (Why you ain't shoot back?)
I'm EBK for real, any nigga play get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this shit is serious
They tuckin' tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one, but my nigga ain't double back
Nigga, blatt
Ayy, let me talk that rich talk
You know I pop my shit (Pop my shit, nigga)
Fuck the murder talk
Let's talk about the shit I spit (The shit I spit)
Pay for a body and a Sprinter and I don't pay rent
And fuck them niggas shot it up
Tell 'em come do it while I'm in it (Pussy)
Me and my niggas walkin' up
We walk 'em down how we livin' (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Bitch you just gotta say it's up
We leave 'em drownin' in pity (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
We ain't toleratin' dissin'
We gon' kill 'cross the city (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
And we ain't cappin' when we rappin', we gon' make sure they feel it
We ain't runnin' from no nigga
'Less they one-time (Unless they one-time)
I leave my phone at the crib
When it's crunch time (When it's crunch time)
Extended clip, long on it like a lunch line (Just like a lunch line)
It's 50 in this AR, nigga, we a drumline (Ayy, we a drumline)
Ayy, bitch, I'm blowin' exotic
But I ain't chillin' with Joe (I ain't chillin' with Joe)
Your Tiger King get took over
And my lions turned poor (And my lions turned poor)
This chopper leave him unbalanced
If he don't stick to the role (He don't stick to the role)
You know we kill 'em in silence
I swear nobody gon' know (Grrt, grrt, ayy)
We took a finger off that bitch
For all that typing and shit (All that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin'
You know she be toxic as shit (She be toxic as shit)
I see 'em hating in my comments
Tell 'em get off my dick (Get off my dick)
And for them niggas did me dirty, come back, hit at your shit
You ran when your nigga got popped
Why you ain't shoot back? (Why you ain't shoot back?)
I'm EBK for real, any nigga play get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this shit is serious
They tuckin' tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one, but my nigga ain't double back
Nigga, blatt
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
NLE the Top Shotta, woah, woah
Writer(s): Nikolas J Papamitrou, Alex Christian Jean Petit, Bryson Lashun Potts, Camren Martin
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