Lyrics Fat Trel – Niggaz Dying
Text:
Another body drop, another homicide
Bitches snitching, niggas dying
Police is watching, mamma’s crying
Choppers in the house, 30’s outside
Bitches snitching, niggas dying
Police is watching, mamma’s crying
Choppers in the house, 30’s outside
Choppers, choppers, choppers
Niggas dying
Choppers, choppers, choppers
Niggas dying
Choppers, choppers, choppers
These niggas dying
Niggas dying
Niggas doing life, snitchers doing months
Free a lil’ dirt, this ain’t what you want
Choppers in the house, pounds in the trunk
Lean in my cup, dope in my blunt
First I pop me a chopper then you see a doctor
Knickers and ecstasy, Gucci and Flocka
Call me a roller, she give me the buckle
No, I’m not sobbing, you know I’m a shot you
Wait till it’s over, my shooters is proper
… and Louis and Gucci and Prada
Police is plotting, I see ’em, I’m watching
I spot them, I got them, I drop them, I shot them
Bitches is telling, niggas is welling
Dreams and drugs and witches you sell ’em
Fuck is you thinking, my chopper’s propeller
Bitches is telling and niggas is welling
Dreams and drugs and witches you sell ’em
Fuck is you thinking, my chopper’s propeller
Craziest weapon, I shoot at your melon
Another body drop, another homicide
Bitches snitching, niggas dying
Police is watching, mamma’s crying
Choppers in the house, 30’s outside
Another body drop, another homicide
Bitches snitching, niggas dying
Police is watching, mamma’s crying
Choppers in the house, 30’s outside
Choppers, choppers, choppers
Niggas dying
Choppers, choppers, choppers
Niggas dying
Choppers, choppers, choppers
These niggas dying
Niggas dying
Murder and money and money and murder
Niggas is shooting some shit you ain’t heard of
Only around if you smoking this syrup
You lose ’em on purpose, these strippers you working
Police is lurking and niggas is nervous
They caught ’em and told ’em their coming was urgent
They hit him with 5, he might be alive
But hurry, his body is burning
If they say he alive somebody lied
I seen them white sheets when his momma cried
If they say he alive somebody lied
I seen them white sheets when his momma cried
They shooting for nothing, they shooting to kill
Choppers with drummers, they shooting for real
If you close at my blow I hope you know the deal
It’s crazy, I know it, but fuck it, it’s real
Another body drop, another homicide
Bitches snitching, niggas dying
Police is watching, mamma’s crying
Choppers in the house, 30’s outside
Another body drop, another homicide
Bitches snitching, niggas dying
Police is watching, mamma’s crying
Choppers in the house, 30’s outside
Choppers, choppers, choppers
Niggas dying
Choppers, choppers, choppers
Niggas dying
Choppers, choppers, choppers
These niggas dying
Niggas dying
Another body drop, another homicide
Bitches snitching, niggas dying
Police is watching, mamma’s crying
Choppers in the house, 30’s outside
