Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BlocBoy JB
BlocBoy JB
Performer
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Baker
James Baker
Composer
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Composer
Carlton D. Mays
Carlton D. Mays
Composer
Marquis Davis
Marquis Davis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer
M80
M80
Producer

Lyrics

Honorable C.N.O.T.E Choppa make a nigga sing What you say, Choppa? Git git (NLE Shit, bitch, git) Git git Fuck it, bitch I'm thuggin', the Glock, I'm tuckin' (Tuckin') Up it, I knock yo' muffin, end of discussion (Glltt, glltt) I don't do no fuckin' cuffin', I fuck yo' cousin (Yeah) She say that my dick is lovely, I think she love me (Huh, ayy) Hit him with the Drake, I ain't talkin' 'bout Aubrey You say you a killer, lil' nigga you flagin' And just like a pizza, I want me some toppings And if it's a problem, you know I'ma solve it (Bitch) Buckle yo' seat, bitch I'm ready to drill you And just like a ghost, I give you the chills (Yeah) Bitch I'm deep in the water, they call me a seal (Yeah) You was fuckin' with me, somehow you got killed I'm like, "Ooh", I be goin' coupe, I might have to rob you Pull up where that nigga work, shoot him though the drive-through And don't speak up on my name, nigga, I advise you (Bitch) I put a bullet through yo' head (Where?) Right between yo' fuckin' eyes, fool I got a tool on me, Handy Mandy, that bitch dandy Just like a squirrel, bitch I want me a nut, just call me Sandy On Halloween, I was robbin' the kids for that candy Now, I grew up hittin' licks and these niggas, they can't stand it Drop-top Chop, bitch I knock that top I broke a bitch spinal cord when I gave her backshots I put a nigga on Fox That's if he talkin' to the cops Choppa how many bodies you got? Bitch, I got a lot I put the Perc' up in my Henny so you know I'm gettin' silly I leave yo' body in the old town road, just like I'm Billy Bitch I'm Gucci'd down, now, a nigga used to shop in Tenni's And all these Pampers-ass hoes really out here feelin' chitty (Yeah yeah) Ayy, ayy That's how you feel (Feel) I'm on the block with the steel (Steel) I'm in the club and I'm runnin' these hoes This shit feel like it's track and field If you talkin' 'bout the crippin' shit homie, I been doin' this shit for years (Fool) What the price homie? All this ice on me, this shit got me up on chills (Choo) Ride through the city, with yo' bitch, get my dick sucked Bank account on Antetokounmpo, we gettin' big bucks Big BN chain name, never got my shit took I heard them niggas talkin' smoke, well bitch you know that shit up Before I work it out with a bitch I do a sit-up .40 to his mouth, I gun him down, now he can't get up I heard the opps talkin', I know how to close their lips up This shit get personal, I put his momma in the pick-up .40 on my side, Choppa on the left of me Please don't judge me, all this weed and beef get the best of me Heard you got a thang for bad bitches, but yo' bitch chubby I could be the ugliest nigga in the room and yo' bitch'd still fuck me I heard she's got no cash, you on a low budget You payin' for that ass, you got a whole budget You gettin' to it with ya' hoe, because yo' how buggin' I teach that bitch a lil' Pilates, have her toes touchin' Yeah You know what the fuck goin' on 901 shit Bitch Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Glltt)
Writer(s): James Baker, Bryson Potts, Dylan Berg, Ivan Prugahkin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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