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NLE Choppa - Final Warning (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
DAMN E
DAMN E
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Elisner Joseph
Elisner Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
DAMN E
DAMN E
Producer

Lyrics

Dun, dun, dun NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda Damn E, this shit exclusive Ayy, ayy Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' it to the informants Don't inform me about who informing, that's yo' final warning 7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transforming See yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back Shoot up the scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact My shooter he a gym rat, but never mention who he cracked We put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that Slide by myself before I call a nigga My fingernails dirty 'cause I'm still a gravedigger And we ain't cappin', don't ask if we never pulled a trigger And Goon steady putting Jimmy Glow up in his Swisher Never been the one to say the day, I'm the one clutchin' on the Drac' Make sure he don't get away, a opp the only thing I chase In a full race, the back of his neck hit the ground to decay Walk to him, C Grape stood over, put one in his face Murkin' what my soul say, I'm slidin' with this stowaway My heater for a cold day, leave a nigga in disarray Better stay up in the house like the nigga from That's So Raven Catch that nigga walkin' out, we in the bushes, we been waiting Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' it to the informants Don't inform me about who informing, that's yo' final warning 7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transforming See yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back Shoot up the scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact My shooter he a gym rat, but never mention who he cracked We put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that Ayy, smilin' on my mugshot 'cause I know my bond money good I ain't missed a heartbeat, I'm out the next day it's understood To the Broward County Police, lick my nuts and suck my wood First day tray nigga you start mugging, wish a nigga would Doing donuts in the SRT, I crashed into a tree Rolls truck the next week, money ain't mean shit to me Ridin' with a full clip, but the gas tank on E Slidin' like a cruise ship, wet you up like a jet ski Livin' to a hundred and three, that's the OG Grape in me Auntie wanna pray for me, better pray for my enemies Life ain't gave me lemons so I start clutchin' the lemon squeeze Had an AR F15, and two Glocks, .223s Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' it to the informants Don't inform me about who informing, that's yo' final warning 7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transforming See yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back Shoot up the scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact My shooter he a gym rat, but never mention who he cracked We put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Elisner Joseph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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