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nle choppa - code red lyrics

[intro]
i wish everything i touch would turn to gold
nle, you heard me?
baby mexico choppa, man, top shotta
baby mexico shotta, you heard me?
we finna talk our sh+t, you heard me?
ynr (yeah)
tay keith, f+ck these n+ggas up!

[verse 1: nle choppa]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
b+tch, i’m a demon, keep me a stick like i’m reaper
run up, get hit with this heater
f+ck all that talkin’, lil’ n+gga, i’m squeezin’
hollows gon’ burn through his motherf+ckin’ beater
b+tch, i’m too reckless, slide with a tec
leave a f+ck n+gga stretched, we puttin’ sh+t to the test
f+ck what he claim, he ain’t no thrеat
hundred+round drum, make a n+gga confess
b+tch, i’m on go, i lеt it blow
body drop quick, now we up on the scope
hit up his block, let that motherf+cker fold
switch on the glock, that b+tch sound like a pole
i see an opp, i’m lettin’ it rain
b+tch+ass n+gga got hit in his brain
f+cked up his spine, now he walk with a cane
don’t mention my name, we bringin’ the pain
i got a thot, she givin’ me top
she eatin’ me up while i ride with a chop
scope on the k, i’m seein’ the opps
they talkin’ on live, but they duckin’ the shots
we spin back+to+back, this sh+t ain’t no joke
play with my gang, you gon’ end up a ghost
he got a pole but that n+gga ain’t blow
p+ssy+ass n+gga got hit in his throat
run down, let’s see what he ’bout
got his ass stretched, he ain’t makin’ it out
p+ssy+ass boy tried to talk for some clout
we knockin’ him off, that’s without a doubt
[verse 2: lil’ vyro]
hop out the whip, my glock in my hand
if i see an opp, i ain’t givin’ no chance
these n+ggas be b+tches, they run when it’s tense
we step on they block, make ’em hop over fence
no talkin’, just shoot, we ain’t makin’ no friends
f+ck all the peace, b+tch, i want revenge
chopper gon’ bust, knock him straight out his timbs
he say he a k!ller, but scared in the pen
i ride with them demons, my glock got a beam
creep through the cut, put his ass on the screen
don’t say it’s on sight if you ain’t finna slide
that sh+t get you whacked when we pop out with nines
he talkin’ real tough, now he beggin’ for life
shoulda just stayed in his lane, now he fried
money keep callin’, i stay on my sh+t
ain’t worried ‘bout n+ggas, i’m tryna get mine
yeah, we sendin’ them shots
f+ck all the talk, we ain’t dodgin’ no opps
chasin’ the bag, i ain’t trustin’ no b+tch
switch up the spot when it get too hot
n+ggas be cappin’, they ain’t on sh+t
say they gon’ slide but they still ain’t hit
lil’ bro just caught him, unloaded the clip
ran up a check and i ain’t gon’ quit
[outro: lil’ vyro]
yeah, free my hood, n+gga, f+ck your hood, n+gga
we outside, f+ck all them opps
if it’s up, then it’s stuck, b+tch

- nle choppa lyrics

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