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Hit The Scene
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NLE Choppa
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Yeah, yeah, huh? Huh? Yeah, yeah, huh? Hahaha Yeah, yeah, huh? Yeah Gucci shoes on my feet, when I hit the scene, I'm drippin’ We killin' everybody, b*t*h, I can't leave a witness Shootin’ at that n***a mama, we gon' spare the children I just copped a brand new llama, shoot it 'til it's empty Pow, pow, on the scene, shoot the opps 'til they drop, drop 24 shots hit his a** with a shot clock Couple blunts in rotation, b*t*h, this is a hotbox Ridin' round with hot Glocks, tryna pop a n***a top Only want big dollars, no a**ist, can't take no dimes (No dimes) Know these b*t*hes love me, they get wet just from my rhymes (Wet, wet) F**k me for my icy watch, lil' hoe, get off my top (Get off my top) Been killin’ all these rappers, that’s just one too many crimes, uh Slide in the space coupe, NASA, woah, ice on her neck on Alaska, froze All in your girlfriend camera roll, feelin' too fly like Dasah, woah They wanna see me down (Down), lil’ b*t*h I won't go down (I can't) Now I'm on the road out of town, they hate that I’m up right now Lil' groupie be callin' me dumb, go ape in the booth like I'm Kong Can't chase me a b*t*h, I want funds, that sh*t too bad for my lungs Ravioli my sauce, and Ralph, that's my hoodie, if they ain't got money they can't even book me Y'all b*t*hes be blowin' not even that boujee, I just want the top, let the gang have your coochie Gucci shoes on my feet, when I hit the scene, I'm drippin' We killin' everybody, b*t*h, I can't leave a witness Shootin' at that n***a mama, we gon' spare the children I just copped a brand new llama, shoot it 'til it's empty Pow, pow, on the scene, shoot the opps 'til they drop, drop 24 shots hit his a** with a shot clock Couple blunts in rotation, b*t*h, this is a hotbox Ridin' round with hot Glocks, tryna pop a n***a top Clutchin' my tool, I'm ready to clash out, just like 2K, make a n***a lag out All of that talkin', you showin' your a** now, hittin' your pockets, I'm runnin' your stash now Scammin' and rappin', we want all the fetty, countin' up green, it's comin' like lettuce Big gas on the low, we pull up and sell it, my mouth on zip, you know that I'm jealous Steppin' to me, he must be on drugs, as soon as I see him, hit him with a slug Don't f**k with no hoes, I can't show no love, do dirt on my own with me and my glove Whoop a n***a a**, he was talkin' too tough, up the Glock, 50 round, I'ma leave a n***a stuck You know I'm untouchable, I can't be touched, try to rob me, better try your luck Glizzy got a beam and the b*t*h got a p*n*s, hit him with the heat like he livin' in Phoenix I'm out of this world, I'm livin' on Venus, I pour up the 4s, I love to be leanin' Up the Glock on who? I'ma hit a n***a 4 times, Glock 23, leave a n***a with no mind Finessin' the city, I feel like I'm 2 Chainz, shoot him in the back, leave him with no spine How you gon' rob a robber? Burberry collar Hollow tips hit a n***a, make a n***a holler Condom on my d**k, baby, I don't need no toddler You know I'm Jamaican, I'm hangin' with them shottas Yeah, ha Yeah, yeah, yeah Rrrah, yeah, yeah Hahahaha
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