Текст NLE Choppa – ChopBloc Part 2
Текст:
NLE Choppa:
I’m in the booth with a Glock.23
AR15
Choppa make a nigga scene
Yeah yeah, NLE shit, bitch
Yeah yeah yeah
Fuck it, bitch I’m thuggin
The Glock I’m tuckin
Up it, I knock your muffin
End of discussion
I don’t do no fuckin cuffin
I fucked her cousin
She said that my dick is lovely
I think she love me
Hit him with a Drake, I ain’t talkin bout Aubrey
You sayin you a killer
Lil nigga, you flagin
And just like the Pizza, I want me some topping
And if it’s a problem, you know Imma solve it
Bust through your shit, bitch I’m ready to drill
And just like a ghost, I give you the chills
Bitch I’m deep in the water, they call me a seal
He was speakin on me, somehow he got killed
I’m like «who?»
I be goin coo
I might have to rob you
Pull up where that nigga work
Shoot him through the drive-through
And don’t speak up on my name, nigga, I advise you
I got a tool on me, handy mandy, that bitch dandy
Just like a squirrel, bitch I want me a nut, just call me Sandy
On Halloween I was robbin the kids for their candy
Now I grew up hittin licks, and these niggas they can’t stand me
Drop top Chop, bitch I knock back tops
I broke a bitch spinal cord when I gave her back-shots
I put a nigga on Fox
Just if he talkin to the cops
«Choppa, how many bodies you got?»
-Bitch, I got a lot
I put the perc up in my Henny, so you know I’m gettin silly
I’ll leave yo body in the old town road just like I’m Billy
And bitch, I’m Gucci’ed down now, a nigga used to shop at Tennis
And all these pamper ass hoes really out here feelin shitty, yeah yeah
BlocBoy JB:
That’s how you feel
I’m on the block with the steel
I’m in the club and I’m runnin these hoes, this shit feel like is track and field
If you talkin bout this crippin shit homie, I been doin this shit for years
What’s the price, homie? All this ice on me
This shit got me up on chills
Ridin through your city with your bitch, get my dick sucked
Bank account on Antetokounmpo, we gettin’ big bucks
Big Ben chain, I ain’t never get my shit tucked
I heard these niggas talkin smoke, well, bitch you know this shit up
Before I work it out with a bitch, I do a sit-up
.40 to his mouth, I gun hin down now he can’t get up
I heard the opps talkin, I know how to close they lips up
This shit get personal, I put his momma in the pick-ups
.40 on my side, choppa on the left of me
Please don’t judge me, all this weed and beef get the best of me
Heard you got a stock of bad bitches, but yo bitch chubby
I can be the ugliest nigga in the room, your bitch will still fuck me
I heard you got no cash, you on a low budget
You payin for that ass, you got a whole budget
You get into it with your hoe because your hoe buggin
I teach that bitch a little Pilates, how her toe touchin