lirik lagu nle choppa - whole army
[intro]
nle, n~gga
(dj kidd, this a hit for sure)
brrt, ayy
na~na, i want it, na~na, i want it, na~na
na~na, i want it, na~na, you understand me?
na~na, i want it, na~na, i want it, na~na
na~na, i want it, na~na, you understand me?
ayy, nle
[chorus]
i’m off the wock, i got my glock, they say i’m movin’ like a jock
crisval in my clip, cause when i up, i make them bullets flock
opposition turned to track cause every time they runnin’ out
catch em face to face, that’s eye to eye show what them guns about
bread for his head, i’ma send him a check
run up my money, i look like a check
look at my wrist, it’s a f~ckin’ baguette
i ain’t takin’ no chain, i’ma cut off his neck
when you see my face, better run from me
can’t let no n~gga come dump on me
i don’t give a f~ck where you from, homie
drop one, then i drop the whole army
[verse 1]
beat ’em up, zip up, put ’em in a body bag
get a n~gga k!lled cause i got finance
insane in my brain, don’t know where my mind at
take who strap n~gga what, ain’t none of that
drac in his face then tell him run it
give me everything, we leave ’em with nothin’
mask on, he was like: “who was it?”
if you knew n~gga, you wouldn’t even come bust me
[bridge]
b~tch, n~gga, what? n~gga
na~na, na~na, na~na, na~na
na~na, n~gga, na~na, na~na
na~na, understand me, i want it, na~na
[verse 2]
block jumpin’, hoes twerkin’, whole lot of police lurkin
draco posted in my pants, see it pokin’ out my shirt’ed
choppa got them m’s, but that n~gga still livin’ dirty
heard that he ride with them bowls and a loaded .30
shows it be wall to wall, wild like kentucky derby’s
k!ll a opp every month, yeah, we ’bout murda, murda
keep on naggin’ bout the beef, we gave that b~tch a burger, burger
drinkin’, drinkin’, thinkin’, thankin’, i be talkin’ slurr, slurred
[chorus]
i’m off the wock, i got my glock, they say i’m movin’ like a jock
crisval in my clip, cause when i up, i make them bullets flock
opposition turned to track cause every time they runnin’ out
catch em face to face, that’s eye to eye show what them guns about
bread for his head, i’ma send him a check
run up my money, i look like a check
look at my wrist, it’s a f~ckin’ baguette
i ain’t takin’ no chain, i’ma cut off his neck
when you see my face, better run from me
can’t let no n~gga come dump on me
i don’t give a f~ck where you from, homie
drop one, then i drop the whole army
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