[Intro]
(Pop that shit up, TNT)
Brrt
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Ah, ah, woah, woah
Ridin', slidin', ridin', oh, oh
[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy
My heart heavy kinda feel it in my stomach sometimes
Box Chevy with two bitches and this glizzy in mine
I'm in the city with my iron, I gotta watch over my spine
Another day, another hunnid bullets flying, niggas dyin'
They be quick to judge a sinner, but never had a talk with 'em
Find a drop to your best killer
Pull up then we drop the nigga
Face to face with my killer tryna see the murder in him
Running deep with some real gorillas
Want beef? We gon' give his ass a dinner
I don't believe in churches, I rеally seen crosses
I'm glad they showed thеy purpose 'cause I'ma ball without 'em
It ain't no reimbursement, hop out we dumpin' at him
Them choppa bullets get to squirtin' like a orgasm
Top-down, glizzy in my lap we lookin' for that nigga
Buckin' left and right in traffic in the steamer tryna get him
Bullets hot, hit the front window, make the 7.62's kiss him
If that nigga hop out, then we run him down with these pistols
Earned my stripes like black and white, I blow the pipe just like a whistle
Told me they don't roll the 'wood up, but Goon, he like to smoke Swishers
If my clip run out I know that my G gon' walk up and finish him
Tay-Tay he love shootin' dice, but that's the hustle he got in him
(Pop that shit up, TNT)
Brrt
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Ah, ah, woah, woah
Ridin', slidin', ridin', oh, oh
[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy
My heart heavy kinda feel it in my stomach sometimes
Box Chevy with two bitches and this glizzy in mine
I'm in the city with my iron, I gotta watch over my spine
Another day, another hunnid bullets flying, niggas dyin'
They be quick to judge a sinner, but never had a talk with 'em
Find a drop to your best killer
Pull up then we drop the nigga
Face to face with my killer tryna see the murder in him
Running deep with some real gorillas
Want beef? We gon' give his ass a dinner
I don't believe in churches, I rеally seen crosses
I'm glad they showed thеy purpose 'cause I'ma ball without 'em
It ain't no reimbursement, hop out we dumpin' at him
Them choppa bullets get to squirtin' like a orgasm
Top-down, glizzy in my lap we lookin' for that nigga
Buckin' left and right in traffic in the steamer tryna get him
Bullets hot, hit the front window, make the 7.62's kiss him
If that nigga hop out, then we run him down with these pistols
Earned my stripes like black and white, I blow the pipe just like a whistle
Told me they don't roll the 'wood up, but Goon, he like to smoke Swishers
If my clip run out I know that my G gon' walk up and finish him
Tay-Tay he love shootin' dice, but that's the hustle he got in him
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