Hit The Scene White $osa (Ft. NLE Choppa)
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, huh? Huh?
Yeah, yeah, huh? Hahaha
Yeah, yeah, huh? Yeah
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Gucci shoes on my feet, when I hit the scene, I'm drippin’
We killin' everybody, bitch, I can't leave a witness
Shootin’ at that nigga mama, we gon' spare the children
I just copped a brand new llama, shoot it 'til it's empty
Pow, pow, on the scene, shoot the opps 'til they drop, drop
24 shots hit his ass with a shot clock
Couple blunts in rotation, bitch, this is a hotbox
Ridin' round with hot Glocks, tryna pop a nigga top
[Verse 1: White $osa]
Only want big dollars, no assist, can't take no dimes (No dimes)
Know these bitches love me, they get wet just from my rhymes (Wet, wet)
Fuck me for my icy watch, lil' hoe, get off my top (Get off my top)
Been killin’ all these rappers, that’s just one too many crimes, uh
Slide in the space coupe, NASA, woah, ice on her neck on Alaska, froze
All in your girlfriend camera roll, feelin' too fly like Dasah, woah
They wanna see me down (Down), lil’ bitch I won't go down (I can't)
Now I'm on the road out of town, they hate that I’m up right now
Lil' groupie be callin' me dumb, go ape in the booth like I'm Kong
Can't chase me a bitch, I want funds, that shit too bad for my lungs
Ravioli my sauce, and Ralph, that's my hoodie, if they ain't got money they can't even book me
Y'all bitches be blowin' not even that boujee, I just want the top, let the gang have your coochie
Yeah, yeah, huh? Huh?
Yeah, yeah, huh? Hahaha
Yeah, yeah, huh? Yeah
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Gucci shoes on my feet, when I hit the scene, I'm drippin’
We killin' everybody, bitch, I can't leave a witness
Shootin’ at that nigga mama, we gon' spare the children
I just copped a brand new llama, shoot it 'til it's empty
Pow, pow, on the scene, shoot the opps 'til they drop, drop
24 shots hit his ass with a shot clock
Couple blunts in rotation, bitch, this is a hotbox
Ridin' round with hot Glocks, tryna pop a nigga top
[Verse 1: White $osa]
Only want big dollars, no assist, can't take no dimes (No dimes)
Know these bitches love me, they get wet just from my rhymes (Wet, wet)
Fuck me for my icy watch, lil' hoe, get off my top (Get off my top)
Been killin’ all these rappers, that’s just one too many crimes, uh
Slide in the space coupe, NASA, woah, ice on her neck on Alaska, froze
All in your girlfriend camera roll, feelin' too fly like Dasah, woah
They wanna see me down (Down), lil’ bitch I won't go down (I can't)
Now I'm on the road out of town, they hate that I’m up right now
Lil' groupie be callin' me dumb, go ape in the booth like I'm Kong
Can't chase me a bitch, I want funds, that shit too bad for my lungs
Ravioli my sauce, and Ralph, that's my hoodie, if they ain't got money they can't even book me
Y'all bitches be blowin' not even that boujee, I just want the top, let the gang have your coochie
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