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Free Smoke
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NLE Choppa
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Brrrr-a Brrt, brrrt Get the feeling out my body like Ah, ah, ah NLE sh*t Brrt, brrt, brrt NLE DJ Kidd, that's a hit for sure I got a feeling n***as plottin' on some hatin' sh*t Get my pistol out the shelf, yeah we gon' take a b*t*h Get to bustin', let it squeeze, we ain't stoppin' sh*t Don't stop and move, bob and weave, you better pop that sh*t I got cold-blooded killers on my payroll They gon' shoot without me askin' 'cause I said so Flip that n***a car, turn into a bagel Shoot a couple more times, make sure his mouth closed I got a call telling me that a n***a want smoke New style carbon, with a scope, it's gon' take off his throat Jump in that water, yeah it's hot, my n***as uppin' the score Catch him slippin' at that red light, b*t*h he gon' fold Drop top, hot box, I like to slam and pick opps If a n***a play with us, we gon' knock his head off Roll me a blunt, just to smoke, then I nod off Poppin' all this Perc', I think a young n***a mind off N***a f**k that, which one of you pu**y n***as playin' suspect? Walk down on a n***a broad day, yeah we gon' touch that Actin' like you gangsta gon' get you slippin', you can't come back Hit him with them bullets straight through his mouth, now he can't talk back, so talk that Yeah, you like the way them diamonds dance, huh? Yeah, NLE b*t*h Huh? Yeah What I say? NLE, know that the f**k goin' on Aye, yeah, aye And if it's pressure in this smoke, we gon' smoke him like some dope I'ma pull up, let it blow, b*t*h you already know And we be schemin', we be plottin', we be fiending for these bodies If the opps up in this party, then we killing everybody Put suppressors on this choppa, b*t*h I'm shootin' up in silence Free my n***a Angeleese, and free my n***as up in Wilding Got two opps downtown, I hope they post bond I'ma kill both of 'em, I might just kill the son These n***as scared of me, they see my face, I swear that they run The murders make a n***a happy 'cause we do this for fun What's up with these pu**y n***as keep on plottin' on me? James Harden Choppa, 'cause I keep that rocket on me Big Grape up in this b*t*h, you can't stop a G If you not a Crip, you can't touch my body and my tops This sh*t is facts, and that sh*t is real For my n***as I'd kill, I'd do a hundred some years, I swear to God I won't squeal Spin again, spin again, spin again, spin again, spin again If it don't kill you, I'ma shoot the shoot, then I'ma hit the friend Spin again, spin again, spin again, my n***a just comprehend Spin one more, two times, spin three times, I'ma kill the friend Yeah, aye, NLE you know how we comin' n***a NLE the army, the Navy, anything you wanna do, don't play me Bullets burn 'em like some gravy I ain't even gon' cap, I ain't even gon' say much That glizzy tucked, if I up, I'ma bust bust Yeah, whaddup B*t*h-a** n***a NLE sh*t Know what the f**k goin' on, n***a play, oh yeah, get put on a tee In the middle of the street B*t*h I got a feeling n***as plottin' on some hatin' sh*t Get my pistol out the shelf, yeah we gon' take a b*t*h Get to bustin', let it squeeze, we ain't stoppin' sh*t Don't stop and move, bob and weave, you better pop that sh*t I got cold-blooded killers on my payroll They gon' shoot without me askin' 'cause I said so Flip that n***a car, turn into a bagel Shoot a couple more times, make sure his mouth closed
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