901, Pt. 2 NLE Choppa (Ft. White $osa)

[Intro: White $osa & NLE Choppa]
Ayy, ayy, 901, Pt. 2, Choppa, come in this ho, man
Yeah man, you dig what I'm saying?
You know what the fuck goin' on, 901, Pt. 2, make your bitch hit the foody-doo, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
This that Memphis anthem shit, man, fuck you talkin' 'bout (Shotta Fam)
Yeah (Damn, KC)

[Chorus: White $osa]
901, Pt. 2 (2)
We in Memphis, know we shoot (Shoot)
We ain't playing by the rules (Rules)
This my city, you go, poof (Poof)

[Verse 1: White $osa & NLE Choppa]
See, in Memphis, we leave no witness
We ride with choppas with extensions (Grrah)
Squeezing triggers like some lemons
Get you smoked just like a chimney
Moneys bring Glocks, they come with them dicks
Ain't talkin' no tree, we bringing them sticks
Ain't talkin' no tongue, we hitting some licks
You talk about cash, we get that shit quick
We talk about guns, like Lanza we shoot 'em
Checking the Glock, the clip long like a ruler
Checking my pockets, they all fat like Budha
Look at my ice, they more cooler than a cooler, ayy
Bitch we've been chasing this guala
Get in our way, we 'gon knock out your collar
Just like some fire, we know we 'gon spark 'em
Bullets been flying, now he needin' a doctor
Flyin' the opps, we ride with them hittas
Riding with K's, no Khloe, no Kendall
You talkin' for days 'til we pull up in Kenya
Ain't talkin' no drank, just know we 'gon spit, aye
Ooh (Ooh)
I heard he want some smoke
I heard he want that choppa, play them choppas what we tote (Grrah)
Yeah you gonna die today, this shit, it ain't no joke (No joke)
Bitch don't go outside today, my hittas got Dracos (Bah, bah)
Talkin' down on my city, we 'gon have to go to war (War)
My hittas pull up 50 deep, we knockin' down your door (Door)
When we catch you lacking, know its time to extort (Grrah)
Pow-pow bitch (Pow!), blood all on your floor (Yeah)