[Intro: NLE Choppa]
Mm, conversation with the opps, yeah, huh
Conversation with the opps
Ayy, turn me up Tay
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Conversation with the opps, they tryna ride tonight
You know that we steppin', you know we get violent
It's time to slide tonight
Load up them Dracs, load up them .40s
And put 'em in the sky, he finna die tonight
And make his momma cry, yeah
[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Pull up with the gang, and throw out the coupe
We don't need a window, we hang out the roof
I see my mans, I'm ready to shoot
After I stretch 'em, I take all his loot
We ready for violence, know we be wildin'
I'm thinkin' 'bout murder, why I be smilin'
Suppressors on the Glocks, kill him in silence
Don't care who you is, I'll kill anybody
Slidin' with the gang, and I'm ready for war
Soon as I see 'em I'ma shoot, yeah, we uppin' the score
My clip hold thirty shots, but I only shot four
Them hollow tips went right through that young nigga door
7.62s, lay a nigga down
Free JD 'till he back on the town
Bitch I'm a dog, belong in the pound
He thought we was done, let off some more rounds
We really love murder, it make us happy
My niggas grimy, and they get scrappy
They movin' the birds, just like flappy
Ready to step, it ain't no cappin'
Mm, conversation with the opps, yeah, huh
Conversation with the opps
Ayy, turn me up Tay
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Conversation with the opps, they tryna ride tonight
You know that we steppin', you know we get violent
It's time to slide tonight
Load up them Dracs, load up them .40s
And put 'em in the sky, he finna die tonight
And make his momma cry, yeah
[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Pull up with the gang, and throw out the coupe
We don't need a window, we hang out the roof
I see my mans, I'm ready to shoot
After I stretch 'em, I take all his loot
We ready for violence, know we be wildin'
I'm thinkin' 'bout murder, why I be smilin'
Suppressors on the Glocks, kill him in silence
Don't care who you is, I'll kill anybody
Slidin' with the gang, and I'm ready for war
Soon as I see 'em I'ma shoot, yeah, we uppin' the score
My clip hold thirty shots, but I only shot four
Them hollow tips went right through that young nigga door
7.62s, lay a nigga down
Free JD 'till he back on the town
Bitch I'm a dog, belong in the pound
He thought we was done, let off some more rounds
We really love murder, it make us happy
My niggas grimy, and they get scrappy
They movin' the birds, just like flappy
Ready to step, it ain't no cappin'
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