Never Duckin’ NLE Choppa
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[Intro]
Ayy
[Chorus]
Made a list for them niggas I wanna hit at, that's a hitlist
In the field with no cleats, make em' feel it, I pull up hitstick
I ain't never duckin', bitch get me a Philly if you with it
Turn a nigga brain to chili like he work at Picadilly's
Bitch we always been on go, we don't stop until we drop some
We see the fuckin' cops run, I bet they ass won't stop
Nothing on my hip, I got big guns
We still hittin' the fence jumping
And we on the run like Ted Bundy
My lawyer look like Mitt Romney
[Verse]
Carve em' out just like a pumpkin
His family makin' assumptions, so I had to make up something
Deep down know we slumped em'
Trashed dumped him, put em in the trunk
Slam-dunked em then we bumped em'
Left him lumped up like some nunchucks
Bitch set him up, made a stop
Get em gone, it ain't really take much
Get his shape up, left him taped up
Table makeup, pat his face up
Guarantee you won't ever wake up
Take a pay cut but my cake up
I never knew how to bake bruh
Tie yo lace up cause my ace on your tracer, he wanna fade it
Ayy
[Chorus]
Made a list for them niggas I wanna hit at, that's a hitlist
In the field with no cleats, make em' feel it, I pull up hitstick
I ain't never duckin', bitch get me a Philly if you with it
Turn a nigga brain to chili like he work at Picadilly's
Bitch we always been on go, we don't stop until we drop some
We see the fuckin' cops run, I bet they ass won't stop
Nothing on my hip, I got big guns
We still hittin' the fence jumping
And we on the run like Ted Bundy
My lawyer look like Mitt Romney
[Verse]
Carve em' out just like a pumpkin
His family makin' assumptions, so I had to make up something
Deep down know we slumped em'
Trashed dumped him, put em in the trunk
Slam-dunked em then we bumped em'
Left him lumped up like some nunchucks
Bitch set him up, made a stop
Get em gone, it ain't really take much
Get his shape up, left him taped up
Table makeup, pat his face up
Guarantee you won't ever wake up
Take a pay cut but my cake up
I never knew how to bake bruh
Tie yo lace up cause my ace on your tracer, he wanna fade it
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