WYA (feat. Lil Dallas)

de NLE Choppa

Yeah, yeah, I jumped the gun
'LE Top Shotta, bomb like Al-Qaeda
Finale, finito, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I was missin' in action like Chrisean tooth (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Back let loose like a nigga had to poot
I'm a God in Memphis, who bigger than me? (Who bigger than me?)
Shit that they did, I did at 16 (Sixteen)
He flexin' his money, we know that he broke (know that he broke)
Dick in her mouth, NLE throat coat
He pressed 'bout a girl thats fuckin' the city
He tender (he tender), we call him Diddy (let's go)
Choppa so big, knock the weight off Biggie (brr, brr, brr)
I'm somethin' like pussy, this shit it get sticky
Got me in that mode, I don't plan on glitchin'
I'm back, nigga, like I had an addiction
Dropped him, let's go (ooh)
He couldn't take those, nah
Switches and Dracos, yeah
Shooters on payroll
Nigga don't want no smoke, they Snoop Dogg (Snoop Dogg)
We'll show up at your door like a U-Haul (U-Haul)
Lil' nigga, big pistol, stand tall (Stand tall)
Quick to pop a nigga ass like a Adderall (Adderall) (ayy)
Shake in the spot like a ass or somethin' (ass or somethin')
Lil' bruh sped, he crash for nothin' (Crash for nothin')
Walk out the house with a mask and gun (Mask and gun)
Better hold yo' breath like a asthma pump
Move like the Pope, hundred some shots in the Ghost (brrah)
Better think twice, don't approach (brrt, brrt)
No regular Glocks, know that it came with a box
We steppin' like shoes and socks (brrt, brrt)
One of the realest, how can you not mention?
We slid out the Civic, now Rolls-Royce whippin' (skrrt)
Suckin' and grippin', double jerkin' twisting
She killin' my kids like abortion clinics

Shoot him in the tongue, he a slut
Mabu got the last lick, how it feel, bruh? (Pussy)
Had to put an orange tip on a real gun
I could up a nerf, I bet they still run
You straight
Mabu took your bae (on God)
You should know, I don't swing that way (nah-uh)
You owe me cash for the fame, I don't owe you no ass, okay?

We'll leave a nigga blue when the face
How a nigga want the fade
Knowin' he had to go to jail the next day?
Pussy boy, you somethin' like my bitch Rose Toy
KKK, got Ks on Ks
Wanna fuck Kim K and make Kanye watch
Mr. Take your bae, YGA (ayy)
I like fun games, shoot a bun like a box
Ayy, squeeze it, pop it, his top crop it
How you a real nigga beating your Barbies?
Killer, stop it, football prospect
Rather, ask Floyd Mayweather: Come box me

I don't wanna box, I got a stick
I boxed your bitch and I busted her lip
As a minor (on God) and not the lip with her saliva
Body part rhymes with China (China)
Know I had to get behind her
Nut in her eyes, got to blind her
No face, no case, reminder
Mabu good at the cookout, every hood, every trap house
On this block, we gon' stake out
And I'm givin' out free clout, box 'em up like takeout
Let's go, let's go, let's go
I might just O fuck that, percs killing slow fuck that
If I see his hoe, fuck that, last Shotta Flow, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it

He flushin' (fuck it)
Mabu, NLE, we bustin'
Top Shotta, Top Shotta, Top Shotta
Better blow that bitch if you clutchin'
YGA, YGA, NLE
Lil' bruh, he ain't spinning for nothin' (YGA)
Gave his ass a Perc' 30, God
Mabu