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double bacc - nle choppa lyrics

[intro]
(cashmoneyap)
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
we took a finger off that b*tch for all that typing and sh*t (all that typing and sh*t)
my baby mama trippin’, you know she be toxic as sh*t (she be toxic as sh*t)
i see ’em hating in my comments, tell ’em get off my d*ck (get off my d*ck)
and for them n*ggas did me dirty, come back, hit at your sh*t
you ran when your n*gga got popped, why you ain’t shoot back? (why you ain’t shoot back?)
i’m ebk for real, any n*gga play get blew back (get blew back)
they know this sh*t is serious, they tuckin’ tails, we at they hat (we at they hat)
we could have got the other one, but my n*gga ain’t double back
n*gga, blatt

[verse 1]
he callin’ me off the b*tch phone, he tryna see just where i’m at
i’m posted at the crib, i got the 308, it’s in my bag
go outside with this chopper, see a car, then i’ma air it
b*tch, i’m a baby loc, i never show no fear ’cause i ain’t scared
and i’ma have his mama somewhere crying, singing sad songs (singing sad songs, song)
put a price up on his head, his toe, i want a tag on it (i put a tag on it)
me and tevo might go k!ll a n*gga, then go brag on it (then go brag on it)
up the prices, i’ma go and k!ll him, spend your last on it
voicin’ your opinion, but n0body’s understanding you (understanding you)
standin’ ten toes on my own like a man would do (like a man would do)
when she pop a molly, she eat it up like a vegetable (just like a vegetable)
ride this d*ck like harley, she all in, she grip my t*st*cl*s (she grip my t*st*cl*s)
never say i’m sorry, i say what i meant, i tell the truth (i tell the truth)
nle the army, got troops that gon’ shoot, you front your move (front your move)
my daughter on the way, but i told blasian have my son, though
i’m shadowed by my past, i just want the sun to shine on me

[verse 2]
ayy let me talk that rich talk, you know i pop my sh*t (pop my sh*t, n*gga)
f*ck the murder talk, let’s talk about the sh*t i spit (the sh*t i spit)
pay for a body and a sprinter and i don’t pay rent
and f*ck them n*ggas shot it up, tell ’em come do it while i’m in it (p*ssy)
me and my n*ggas walkin’ up, we walk ’em down how we livin’ (brrt, brrt, brrt)
b*tch you just gotta say it’s up, we leave ’em drownin’ in pity (brrt, brrt, brrt)
we ain’t toleratin’ dissin’, we gon’ k!ll ‘cross the city (brrt, brrt, brrt)
and we ain’t cappin’ when we rappin’, we gon’ make sure they feel it
we ain’t runnin’ from no n*gga ‘less they one*time (unless they one*time)
i leave my phone at the crib when it’s crunch time (when it’s crunch time)
extended clip, long on it like a lunch line (just like a lunch line)
it’s fifty in this ar, n*gga, we a drumline (ayy, we a drumline)
ayy, b*tch, i’m blowin’ exotic, but i ain’t chillin’ with joe (i ain’t chillin’ with joe)
your tiger king get took over and my lions turned poor (and my lions turned poor)
this chopper leave him unbalanced if he don’t stick to the role (he don’t stick to the role)
you know we k!ll ’em in silence, i swear n0body gon’ know (grrt, grrt, ayy)

[outro]
woah, woah
woah, woah
woah, woah
nle the top shotta, woah, woah

- nle choppa lyrics

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