Correction Lyrics No Chorus, Pt. 5 by NLE Choppa

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It's Taco Tuesday, ha
Yeah, Taco Tuesday, I'm handin' out a whole lotta shells, b*t*h
K dripped in sauce
Grrr
You know what the f**k goin' on
Grape Street, shotta sh*t, no f**king politics
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah

They thought we was done with this sh*t
Yeah I'm rich, but I'll still hit another lick
This choppa overheat, I got a coolin' kit
Put him down below like I'm Roddy Ricch
Glizzy automatic, came with the switch
Got a green beam and it got a d**k
Shotta sh*t no f**king politics
Went against the grain, so he got hit
No chorus part five, you n***as been waitin'
Good aim with this Glock, should've played in the Matrix
We ain't killed in a while, finna boost up the ratings
I've been poppin' my sh*t and these n***as they hate it
Throwin' my gang, I'm reppin' my set
I don't want me a Glock, hit his a** with this TEC
Why hе got on a vest? 'Cause I aim at his neck
I sеrve a n***a soap cold, that sh*t finesse
Murda, murda, murda, all a n***a know
I can look at the stars, my choppa got a scope
B*t*h I'm freestylin', you thought this sh*t was wrote
My dawg in the cell, I'm just here to give him hope
If a n***a want smoke, b*t*h you know that it's up
If I pull my d**k out, then yo' b*t*h gonna suck
And he tried to rob me, he ain't know it was tough (Mula)
And I ain't squashin' no beef, pu**y n***a it's stuck yeah
Part five on you n***as
We so live on you n***as
Part three and four hit a couple mill, now it's all eyes on me n***a
Yo' b*t*h leave heart eyes on my picture
Got a .45 with extension
For a one K with a pension
Go rope on like they lynched me
Get money, my only attention
Strap on me n***a do not attempt me
Full clip, boy that b*t*h will get empty
Leave you wrapped up in a sheet
I've been countin' backends for a week
My n***as smoke Backwoods and OG
Sh*t like thirty-five for a P
Ridin' with a Ruger [?] on a C, put you on a tee
See, n***a playin' we'll put him to sleep
And I gotta eat, I hope it ain't beef
But if it is, boy we havin' a feast
N***as say they real, I gotta see
Whip push start, ain't got a key
Lil' bad b*t*h, I got a freak
Make yo' b*t*h wet, she gotta leak
Ballin' out of pocket like I'm Drew Brees
Makin' plays n***a, since the little league
Catch a girl, get a girl, tag freeze
Pack all the kush, strong, Hercules
N***as [?], make 'em make-believe
Draco choppin' sh*t, damn, Bruce Lee
Kiss me European, not from Japanese
Sauce drippin', clean up on aisle three
Look, I pull out and swerve in the whip like it's rented
It's tinted, so now you cannot see who in here, I'm gone
The party don't start 'til I get that [?]
Got me somewhere else, but I've been there before, man I'm lit
And these b*t*hes keep askin' for pictures, sh*t
My n***a keep pa**in' me liquor then breakin' down the stuff in [?]
Man this sh*t [?] some killer
Got gold in my mouth like I'm [?]
He gangster online, but a b*t*h when he see me
In person you really a peon
You not street you made yours [?] you n***as not me
I'm not friendly, no I don't follow on IG
You not spendin'
You chillin' here is unlikely
I don't f**k with n***as and I got a strap, I'm a dyke
But you try me, I'm shooting like Spike Lee
And all of these n***as 'round me they all gangbangers
I can't take 'em 'round rappers, they chain takers
HOF, Shotta Fam, we game changers
I can't calm 'em down, you cannot tame gangsters
In yo' party on Addies and Percs
Move wrong and you can get added to shirts
Tool on me, I won't give stripe to no j*rk
And you up on me, you finna shoot or get murked
I'm catchin' flights, different city every night
Rockin' shows, livin' life
These n***as hatin' [?]
I was at the bottom strugglin' 'round every night
I really earned my stripes
I was on the block takin' chances with my life
I know they be plottin' and schemin'
Tryin' to get a n***a back, that's why I keep the pipe
Any n***a hatin', know he ain't right
He probably got robbed or beat up on sight
Take one of mine and I'm endin' your life
Ain't waitin' for sh*t, I'm spendin' the night
Runnin' with shottas, I live the gang life
He [?] he payin' the price
Caught that boy lackin', he thought sh*t was nice
Gave him a headshot, DOA, no Skype
We 'bout that life
You livin' up for the hype but that sh*t gonna cost you your life
Go hit 'em tonight
They finna survive? Spin back twice
If it's smoke, we don't take sh*t light
Applyin' pressure, hit his a** on sight
Ain't no hidin', we slidin' every night
I give him the order and gonna pay the price

Who want the smoke?
What up? You can get it
Keep a lil' pocket rocket, baby glizzy
I got the pound b*t*h here hold fifty
Screamin' "f**k twelve" feelin' like I'm Biggie
Four pockets full, all of 'em on my lil' baby
Back to this trap if this rap sh*t don't make it
Kidnap yo' kids and f**k on yo' lady
Kill this b*t*h, I won't have no remorse
I knew it was [?] when he gave me the torch
You ate off my plate, even gave you a fork
I helped you become a man from a boy
He say he a shooter, he really not a shooter
He just a neuter, he really a brewster
Big dog, n***a I'm a poodle
Yo' [?]
Take a [?] you goofy
Shotta lifestyle, come and play [?]
with a kick, make a movie
Camelot apartments, where I started, they knew this
Parkway buildings be a jungle, on some zoo sh*t
Light skin, dark skin [?]
Big [?], all my money lookin' bluish
I think I need a picture
This is D&G no Hilfiger
At the [?], money getting bigger
Popstar [?] with the stripper
Dissin' me, he a missin' n***a
Couple hooligans, don't make me sick 'em
Hide behind the houses with the hitters
Red bottom drippin', I'm a Crip
Wanna join Shotta Fam, go catch you a body
All it takes is one chance for me to [?]
Shoot it one time, watch it knock out his artery
Most of my homies, they locked up for robbery
Wanna join Shotta Fam, go catch you a body
All it takes is one chance for me to [?]
Shoot it one time, watch it knock out his artery
Most of my homies, they locked up for robbery

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