SMOKIN ON THEM

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NLE Choppa - Rap, Southern Rap

SMOKIN ON THEM

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[Intro: Kimbra & Gotye] Now and then, I think of all the times you screwed me over But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough [Verse 1] Ayy, don't butt-dial, we swervin' (We swervin') It was stolen cars I was hoppin' out with my Glock, tryna give me a murder (Pop, pop) Huh, come on, now we in them tinted suburbans (Suburbans) Pullin' up in all black just for the Glock to match her purse (Purse) Come on, bingo on body for body (A body) Fuck that, I'm tryna stack up the profit, I love that I was thirteen, runnin' around like Rugrat I'm tryna numb all the pain, where the drugs at? Gucci (Come on), Louis (Come on), spend it (Come on), blew it (Come on) 'Member them days (Come on), when I couldn't even do it (Come on) I ain't even need a nigga back then (Come on) Present day, he turn red, I knew it (Mhm) Crooked ass nigga, we straight (We straight), yeah Always on time, never late (Never late), yeah They was doin' dirty shit on me, but God was bakin' the cake (Bakin' the cake), yeah Fresh as hell, in some Bape My bitch Chanel down fiend great to me (Yeah) Knew that nigga was a snake (Yeah) Now he snakeskin on my hoodie (Yeah) [Chorus] Smokin' on them tonight (Yo), rollin' our pack all night (All night) If I ain't kill him in the flesh (Flesh), we kill them niggas at life (At life) Make sure you roll him up tight (Tight), make sure you roll him up right (Right) So we can puff all night (Night), cause we smokin' our pack for life (Mhm) Smokin' on them tonight (Mhm), rollin' our pack all night (Mhm) If I ain't kill him in the flesh (Flesh), we kill them niggas at life (At life) Make sure you roll him up tight (Tight), make sure you roll him up right (Right) So we can puff all night, cause we smokin' our pack for life [Interlude: Gotye] I don't even need your love, you treat me like a stranger and I feel so alone [Verse 2] Coop peanut butter jelly on the inside, I gave it (I gave it, jerk) Overseas I'm a household name, nigga, I made it (NLE) I'm the person that I used to pray to be when I was the old me, yeah Appreciate, don't hate, use me as motivation (That's old me) They was on the floor, waitin' on me to fall It's four years in, I still ain't fall off Nigga went broke, tryna ball Ten M's up, ain't nothin' but six feet tall (Mhm) Ran it up, stack it, then do it again (Yeah) Get so much money, don't need a friend (Yeah) Shit, no niggas, wherever, whoever Only in here, fuck who I offend (Nah) Remember say no to drugs kids, but I'ma smoke to this (Roll up) Put you and you and you and you in the blunt, I'm on some oppo' shit (Yeah) [Chorus] Smokin' on them tonight (Yo), rollin' our pack all night (All night) If I ain't kill him in the flesh (Flesh), we kill them niggas at life (At life) Make sure you roll him up tight (Tight), make sure you roll him up right (Right) So we can puff all night (Night), cause we smokin' our pack for life (Mhm) Smokin' on them tonight (Mhm), rollin' our pack all night (Mhm) If I ain't kill him in the flesh, we kill them niggas at life (At life) Make sure you roll him up tight (Tight), make sure you roll him up right (Right) So we can puff all night, cause we smokin' our pack for life [Outro: Gotye] And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough

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Credits

Writers
  • NLE Choppa
  • Gotye
  • Superstar O
  • Project X
  • DracoKid
  • Luiz Bonfá
  • Kimbra