[Intro: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
We spin a bend, we spin again, we do it real quick (Real quick)
I fuck it up and do the dash with a bad chick (Brrt, brrt)
I'm presidential with the Glizzy and the Caddy (On God)
Ballin' every day, they like, "Choppa you a draft pick", yeah, yeah
Switchin' lanes we gon' tear it up, you better get your hustle up
The Hellcat is getting up, fishtailing, kickin' dust
Push it to a limit, we ain't stoppin' 'til it finished
Since that boy say it's beepin', we gon' paint the whole city
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
I tell 'em speed it up, we never calm down
Got some Rastafarian steppers, we lovе the gun sounds
Put the key into ignition, drivе it 'til the gas out
Bullets stop a nigga on the dime, leave his back out, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
We from the dirt, but I'm ridin' for my mud brother (Mud brother)
I'm in a sports car (Yeah), but it got some big muscle
I caught him at the red light, now a boy in trouble (Brrap)
A hundred racks and the choppa in my Nike duffle
Yeah, I'm shiftin' gears and burnin' rubber with my brother, different mother
But we got the same struggle, go against me, I'ma bald 'em
Lay your hands on who, my crew? A nigga bet' not even touch 'em
This choppa aim at you, I shoot, they callin' me the melon buster
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
We spin a bend, we spin again, we do it real quick (Real quick)
I fuck it up and do the dash with a bad chick (Brrt, brrt)
I'm presidential with the Glizzy and the Caddy (On God)
Ballin' every day, they like, "Choppa you a draft pick", yeah, yeah
Switchin' lanes we gon' tear it up, you better get your hustle up
The Hellcat is getting up, fishtailing, kickin' dust
Push it to a limit, we ain't stoppin' 'til it finished
Since that boy say it's beepin', we gon' paint the whole city
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
I tell 'em speed it up, we never calm down
Got some Rastafarian steppers, we lovе the gun sounds
Put the key into ignition, drivе it 'til the gas out
Bullets stop a nigga on the dime, leave his back out, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
We from the dirt, but I'm ridin' for my mud brother (Mud brother)
I'm in a sports car (Yeah), but it got some big muscle
I caught him at the red light, now a boy in trouble (Brrap)
A hundred racks and the choppa in my Nike duffle
Yeah, I'm shiftin' gears and burnin' rubber with my brother, different mother
But we got the same struggle, go against me, I'ma bald 'em
Lay your hands on who, my crew? A nigga bet' not even touch 'em
This choppa aim at you, I shoot, they callin' me the melon buster
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