lirik lagu nle choppa - code red
[intro]
i wish everything i touch would turn to gold
nle, you heard me?
baby mexico choppa, man, top shotta
baby mexico shotta, you heard me?
we finna talk our sh~t, you heard me?
ynr (yeah)
tay keith, f~ck these n~ggas up!
[verse 1: nle choppa]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
b~tch, i’m a demon, keep me a stick like i’m reaper
run up, get hit with this heater
f~ck all that talkin’, lil’ n~gga, i’m squeezin’
hollows gon’ burn through his motherf~ckin’ beater
b~tch, i’m too reckless, slide with a tec
leave a f~ck n~gga stretched, we puttin’ sh~t to the test
f~ck what he claim, he ain’t no thrеat
hundred~round drum, make a n~gga confess
b~tch, i’m on go, i lеt it blow
body drop quick, now we up on the scope
hit up his block, let that motherf~cker fold
switch on the glock, that b~tch sound like a pole
i see an opp, i’m lettin’ it rain
b~tch~ass n~gga got hit in his brain
f~cked up his spine, now he walk with a cane
don’t mention my name, we bringin’ the pain
i got a thot, she givin’ me top
she eatin’ me up while i ride with a chop
scope on the k, i’m seein’ the opps
they talkin’ on live, but they duckin’ the shots
we spin back~to~back, this sh~t ain’t no joke
play with my gang, you gon’ end up a ghost
he got a pole but that n~gga ain’t blow
p~ssy~ass n~gga got hit in his throat
run down, let’s see what he ’bout
got his ass stretched, he ain’t makin’ it out
p~ssy~ass boy tried to talk for some clout
we knockin’ him off, that’s without a doubt
[verse 2: lil’ vyro]
hop out the whip, my glock in my hand
if i see an opp, i ain’t givin’ no chance
these n~ggas be b~tches, they run when it’s tense
we step on they block, make ’em hop over fence
no talkin’, just shoot, we ain’t makin’ no friends
f~ck all the peace, b~tch, i want revenge
chopper gon’ bust, knock him straight out his timbs
he say he a k!ller, but scared in the pen
i ride with them demons, my glock got a beam
creep through the cut, put his ass on the screen
don’t say it’s on sight if you ain’t finna slide
that sh~t get you whacked when we pop out with nines
he talkin’ real tough, now he beggin’ for life
shoulda just stayed in his lane, now he fried
money keep callin’, i stay on my sh~t
ain’t worried ‘bout n~ggas, i’m tryna get mine
yeah, we sendin’ them shots
f~ck all the talk, we ain’t dodgin’ no opps
chasin’ the bag, i ain’t trustin’ no b~tch
switch up the spot when it get too hot
n~ggas be cappin’, they ain’t on sh~t
say they gon’ slide but they still ain’t hit
lil’ bro just caught him, unloaded the clip
ran up a check and i ain’t gon’ quit
[outro: lil’ vyro]
yeah, free my hood, n~gga, f~ck your hood, n~gga
we outside, f~ck all them opps
if it’s up, then it’s stuck, b~tch
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