paroles de chanson Murda Talk - NLE Choppa

Th-th-th-think we found a loophole
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em (I bet I do)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em (I bet I do)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em
Ayy, I think lil' homie scared, fool
He say, "I'm ready, fool" (ready, fool)
So I gave him that lil' dirty tool
He say he finish dude (he got the Glock, n-)
Say he caught him slippin'
Got the clip and knocked him out his shoes (grrt, sayin')
Mama's cryin', n- dyin', p-
That's what shottas do, (ayy, shottas)
Creep on your block, real slow (slow)
Tint on my window (window)
Mask on, gloves on (gloves, hey)
You know the clip extendo (extendo)
Don't let down the window (ayy)
Open up the door and chase his a- (the f- you doin'?)
Put two up in his back
And then I walk 'em down and face his a- (grrt, grrt, grrt)
Said he wants some smoke (yeah)
Well, you know I had to lace his a- (yeah, yeah)
Opposition - gave me throat while she was shakin' a- (what? What? Yeah)
My pops said, "Don't give him that Glock
'Cause you know he gon' f- cry" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If a n- catch me in a jam, you know I let it ride (skrrt, grrt)
It's my life or yours, p- n-, I'm gon' let me decide
We shoot first, we don't shoot back (nope)
So you n- better duck and hide (grrt, grrt)
I got the Drac' in trench coats (ayy)
Send shots up through the window (ayy)
I got a Glock, a Gen4 (ayy)
We pop his top and then we go (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Traffickin' birds like Nino (ayy)
We leave him lost like Nemo (ayy)
All-black attire, emo (ayy)
Short time to live like chemo (ayy, ayy, ayy)
If the number's right, your n- kill you (ooh)
Call it bingo (I bet he did it)
You better watch your lingo (brrt)
My n- slide for Gino (brrt, I made him do it)
I need to slow down on them 30's (hey)
'Cause I'm keep throwin' up (I'm throwin' up)
I threw back two of them bi- (bah), so it gave me bubble guts (ayy)
I got my pistol with me (ayy), got the semi with me (brrt)
Ridin' in the hemi (yeah, yeah)
I was thuggin' hard in juvenile (ayy)
I had the rules bendin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
They like, "Da-, you left the clip empty? (What?)
Yeah, I left that clip empty (stupid)
Yeah, I'm killer so come tempt me (duh)
Memphis shooter like the Grizzlies (go)
Shoot his baby mama in his chest (grrt, grrt)
Da- near knocked the titty (uh)
I'm off a couple f- Percocets (ooh)
I feel my body lifted (ayy)
Why the f- that boy, he got a vest? (Ayy)
We pop his top and dip it (ayy)
Drive-by in a Honda Civic so they know lil' Choppa did it (ayy, brrt)
Hop out, boys on the block (get up)
N- ran like they seen the Narcs (brrt, yeah, ah, yeah)
Hit him in his thigh (boom), hit him in his back, make him drop
Oh, he still alive? Let me finish that, pop his top (what)
I don't fantasize them bodies in my mind (huh, huh) and I can't stop (huh, huh)
Uh, n- know I keep a Glock, yeah (huh, huh, ayy)
N- (ayy), f-, how we gon' buck, n-, f-, n- (ayy)
Brrt (ayy), n-, f- n- (we takin' trees), bust, n-, brrt (ayy)
(Brrt, brrt-brrt, brrt, brrt-brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt)