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Bars Pt. 2
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NLE Choppa
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These n***as know before they play with us, they better second guess Dried out with a hundred round, it'll leave your head above your chest 4TM the sh*t, and I swear anybody would tell you that That dissin' sh*t they doin', that's the sh*t that's 'bout to get them scratched Walk up in your party, now don't worry, I got thirty shots Reaching for this tennis chain, that's the sh*t that'll get you shot Play with me like you play with them n***a, and you ain't leavin' now We snuck plenty straps up in this b*t*h, so what they talkin' 'bout King of the city, you really can't step that on my name When somebody catch a headshot, they blame it on the gang Heard about the last n***a played, that pu**y felt some flame Tryin' to see through my hood n***a, boy this sh*t ain't no game Even if you kill some, that don't mean sh*t to me A n***a still would run you down, b*t*h I'm talkin' first degree Police get behind me, I'm gone, it ain't no catching me Hollows hit you in yo' dome, you better not cop a plea Feds did a sweep in the hood, I had to stuff the Glock Everybody "what the f**k do you mean?" N***a I don't need a clock Only thing I need is this AR with a shoulder stock I bet I split yo' sh*t, not your legs, b*t*h I want your top And I swear these n***as been hatin' on me I'm finna drop a new mixtape, ay just wait on me Bars part two, this sh*t official, b*t*h I've been a G Run up on me, then I bust your brain for thinking this sh*t sweet I got gang in this b*t*h, we gon' bang in this b*t*h I might let this 30 speak if you play with me We brought them thangs in this b*t*h For sure I'm ridin' with my clique (Ayy) I'm talkin' 'bout dyin' with my clique if you think it's sweet (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Creep up on his block, let some shots at him, then I watch him drop Kick down the door at the trap, confiscate everything like narcs Get on the ground, if you make a sound I make the glizzy jump Goon smoking Jimmy Glo, I told him let me hit that junt I told them b*t*hes "free Toby" and f**k them Mississippi County sheriffs Twenty-four shots at his top like he Kobe, gave that b*t*h a [?] And stop acting like you b*t*hes know me, b*t*h I'm in my own world Got the drop on the house from the b*t*h, I call that hoe my homegirl Never tell your move, I catch 'em lacking, bullets gon' surprise 'em Slide on my house while I got this choppa, I wish you tried They say lil' Choppa wiggin' out, I'm crashin' out, and I'ma let it ride I cracked a smirk when he got popped, but I'ma smile when that n***a die He die, we ride, we slide, we ready to catch a opp Spin the block, spin the block, spin the block, we hop out with them Glocks Got sticks, got mops, got Drac's, it make your heart stop Next time to the face, but you know we took his finger off Semi with me, glizzy with me, got my n***as spinnin' with me Extendo in a limo tint and we gon' send 'em up to [?] Hundred round drum, n***a better lay low And f**k the whole county jail and tell 'em free lil' Huncho First off f**k twelve and free [?] You will get your sh*t split, speakin' on my dawg name F**k COVID-19, we still post in them trenches They can't stand me, he died, and they say that we did it But f**k what they be talkin' 'bout, you know I'm turnt on them b*t*hes It's so hot up in my city, every week it's a killin' Back to back that b*t*h spinnin' He want none on his belt You on a mission with your dawg, would you step by yourself?
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