Correction Lyrics Hatred/Controllin And Rollin* by NLE Choppa

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NLE the Top Shotta
Ayy, ayy

I wanna relax and chill, but I'm like where do I go?
This sh*t I imagined it unfolded, my dreams came true
Who would've knew?
Youngest n***a in the clique with the juice
A couple troops they come in twos, .223's at you crew
We give a f**k 'bout what he said, I just care 'bout where he at
Put the Glock right to his neck, we gon' take a n***a [?]
Don't you stare wrong at my bro
Out the .30's I call it hell wrong
Keep your head on
They say I'm dead wrong
Got [?] like Teflon
Scared of who?
Scared of you?
You bleed dead like I do
Couple sticks up in this coupe, it ain't no c*ckin' we shoot
Meditated like a Buddhist I done knocked some medusas
I ain't gotta walk in the gym, but they know I'm the shoot
Fell in love, felt a lotta love, but f**k it I'm pale
Would she suck me the same if I had minimum wage?
Do you look at me as opportunity or a face?
How the f**k you say you love me, but I'm stuck in my ways?
She suckin' d**k, she f**kin' d**k just for the clout and the fame
My brother knocked the n***a head off, he asked for a chance
Part of the gang, revenge, always hear the pain
Speak on my name, the last n***a did, he can't type the same
Controllin' and rollin', I sent the pack, I'm on the road
I'm dopin', I'm dozin', I'm sleepin' over [?]
These folks says don't know him
We poppin' at him like a soda
Play with your life like it's poker, we give him joker, then we dope him
I raise my vibration, I'm elevated, I got patience
I changed my cadence, I paid it, they say I sound like I'm Jamaican
I know they hatin', they see I made it, I put it in they faces
Segregated from all the hatred, I'm breathless
Take a ride with me wherever you want
'Cause we gon' make it to the top
Pull it straight up out the lot
We gon' execute the plot
Get the jewels and all the guap
Shots fired, man down, woah (swimming with the fish)
Ayy, a hunnid rounds, a hunnid clowns, we gun 'em down (eh, eh, woah)
Ayy, stuck to the 'bow and I'm clutchin' my chrome you already know what I'm on
I go do a song, I get in my zone, now she wanna suck on my bone
I'm high as f**k, I feel like a cone, I just hope I make it home
Thought I missed a shot, I hit him right up on the dot and I made him stop (ayy)
How many shots?
Sendin' rounds, sendin' rounds, 'til my gun had to stop (ayy)
This is no Beretta, this is a glizzy Glock (ayy)
B*t*h you heard what I said we gon' go do the dash
Better not crash don't drive too fast
Shorty in the scat [?]
Choppa [?]
Hop in the club I'ma dump the whole mag
Take a ride with me wherever you want
'Cause we gon' make it to the top
Pull it straight up out the lot
We gon' execute the plot
Get the jewels and all the guap

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