NLE Choppa Freestyle | LA Leakers #127

Lyrics

[Verse] Say nigga, I'm still trippin', still grippin' Purple rag on me, still crippin' Last nigga play, he ain't still livin' Really with it, you can ask the city You don't see Chop unless he got a glizzy Hold fifty, get the whole clip when it start spittin' Soul liftin', he was so gifted Put him in a box with a bow ribbon Roll them up in GG folds nigga Bro poured up a four nigga Ride around with a four-nickel Four sticks and four rentals All four people, now his folks miss him Fourty to his mouth, cougar kiss him Put my dogs on him, go and sic 'em Suspect, never been a victim Old head on my left smokin' 'dro While my nigga on the right smoked your bro I ain't going back and forth We don't do ride around, I never even made a post We gon' leave 'em on the ground laying flat While the ambulance check for his pulse Jump in that water, gon' need a float Shots hit his throat, let him drive the boat Ain't been in your bitch in a minute But when I'm back in she gon' feel it I make her backbend like a gymnast I bust like a MAC-10 when she grip it Get my nut then I'm socially distanced Ifs, ands or buts, none of them bitches If she bad as fuck I still ain't simpin' All she get is hard dick 'til I'm shrimpin' Really a dog, let me off the leash Bangin' the C, but I'm really a P Take the L out of play, you get pay Take the R out of free, you get fee My top bitch made a mil in a week She don't sell pussy, she just get on OnlyFans And show pictures of her feet I got a bad bitch out the D I got a hood bitch out the Chi' One of 'em stay off Royal Oak One of 'em live off King Drive One of 'em like to bump Ginuwine Other one bumpin' Von when she ride me Detroit bitch like the red bust My Chiraq bitch keep a number nine I got some real niggas doin' time Some of 'em ain't even did the crime Was at the wrong place at the wrong time Shots start flyin', niggas start dyin' Mommas start cryin', I ain't even lyin' You ain't never had to stand in line Just to wash your dick in front a couple of guys Ay, ay We finessin' here, we sellin' him salt Gave him Robitussin, thought it was raw Oregano in a cookie bag he bought When he rolled it up he ain't even cough Sixth grade I was gettin' it off Fake drugs, had deals on the wheels Hoppin' out the school bus with it on me Couple years later found the real plug Can't even lie, I felt like Tony Play with my money, we creep 'til the morning As soon as it's sunny we still gon' be gunnin' You know how we comin', last nigga started runnin' Hollow tips ripped through his back 'Til it came out his stomach On God, hold up Think I'm lyin', I could pull it out and show the rod Jumpin' in this water, you gon' drown up in this pond Come around the gang, you need more than some heart Everybody with me got more bodies than a morgue LA Leakers, bitch, and you just know the story