Lyrics Chances - NLE Choppa

Yeah, yeah, huh-huh, hey
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Mmm, hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Oh, mmh (yeah), ayy

Told my mama, "Be patient, one day I'm gon' be the greatest"
I see the look on they faces, I know these young niggas hate it
Ayy, but just chill, run up, you get killed
187, all my niggas ready to drill

Gotta stick to the code, you know I won't ever fold
I can't sign no deal 'cause I ain't sellin' my soul
Real talk, ain't no cappin'
Spittin' straight facts, I don't even do the cappin', yeah

Shots out the Drac' took off his face
Hide his body, put him in a lake
They say I ain't straight, nigga, be real
My niggas, they steppin' and ready to kill

I want all the smoke, OG and reggie
Nigga, I'm ready, knock out yo' spaghetti
You think I'm a bitch, thinkin' I'm sweet
I pull up on you, and I put you to sleep

Hotbox the rental, blowin' some gas
Brand-new Sprinter, whole lotta cash
I know I'm a sinner, pray for a bag
I gotta go get it and get off my ass

They say I'm up next, bitch, I'm up now
The youngest to do it, put on for my town
They say I'm a king, where is my crown?
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T., so move around

To the bag, I be chasin', yeah (I be chasin')
To be honest, I'm underrated, yeah (underrated)
I dare a fuck nigga try to take me, yeah (try to take me)
Them hollow tips leave you on the pavement, yeah (the pavement)

Oh, oh, oh (oh)
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Mm, oh-oh, oh-oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hotbox the rental, blowin' some gas
Brand-new Sprinter, whole lotta cash
I know I'm a sinner, pray for a bag
I gotta go get it, and get off my ass
Just chill, run up, you get killed
187, all my niggas ready to drill

Move wrong, we gon' kill
And my niggas ready for that drill
Shots out the Drac' took off his face