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901, Pt. 2
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NLE Choppa
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Ayy, ayy, 901, Pt. 2, Choppa, come in this ho, man Yeah man, you dig what I'm saying? You know what the f**k goin' on, 901, Pt. 2, make your b*t*h hit the foody-doo, n***a, you know what the f**k goin' on F**k you talkin' 'bout? This that Memphis anthem sh*t, man, f**k you talkin' 'bout (Shotta Fam) Yeah (Damn, KC) 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) 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 d**ks 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 sh*t 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 B*t*h 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 sh*t, it ain't no joke (No joke) B*t*h 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 b*t*h (Pow!), blood all on your floor (Yeah) Memphis 10, b*t*h (B*t*h) Memphis 10, b*t*h (B*t*h) Kill a n***a, then I put his body in a ditch, yeah (The ditch) We ridin' with them sticks (Them sticks) We ridin' with them sticks, yeah (Yeah) Pull up on a opp and I bet I won't miss (We ain't miss) Choppa the man, Choppa the G.O.A.T Hittin' the choppa, and hittin' your ho N***as say that they really want smoke Roll 'em up, and then puff 'em like dope Glock with the beam, Glock with the scope Seven n***as. I shoot at the pope If I ain't got it, then my n***a, he tote Give it to him if my n***a say so 901 Part 2, 901 Part 2 'Lil b*t*h on my d**k and she blowin' like a flute (A flute) In Memphis with my troops (My troops), in Memphis with my troops (My troops) I point a finger, and I swear to god they 'gon shoot (Damn KC) 901, Pt. 2, 901, Pt. 2 (Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot) Yeah, you know we shoot, yeah, you know we shoot (Shoot, shoot, Yeah) We ain't playing by the rules (No rules) This my city, you go, poof (You go, poof) 901, Pt. 2, 901, Pt. 2 (Yeah) 901, Pt. 2, 901, Pt. 2 (Yeah) Yeah, you know we shoot, yeah, you know we shoot (Shoot, shoot, shoot) We ain't playing by the rules (No rules) This my city, you go, poof (Go, poof) 901, Pt. 2 (Pt. 2), 901, Pt. 2 (Pt. 2), gang Yeah gang, turn that ho up (Damn, KC)
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