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nle choppa - kill for no reason/ its up lyrics

[intro]
walk out that hoe
put the pole that n+gga dome
make sure you leave his brains at the door

[verse 1]
fifty shots up out this arp, don’t you play with me
and if the n+gga say it’s up, you know that sh+t don’t stay with me
i ain’t tryna to meet nowhere, i pull up where you stay on me
hunnid rounds up out this 308 and i was one deep
7.62’s detach his body parts, that sh+t a wrap
crooked dyk+s i make ’em move when i’m shootin’ in the trap
he was hotboxin’ this whip, pull up, put his head in his lap
better believe if i said, i meant it, that sh+t no cap (ay, yeah)
me and the gang, we thuggin’ so hard
we might’ve just catch us a rico charge
hunnid some crips, we up in the party
you know that we don’t give a f+ck ’bout the sargeant
put him on the ground right after we spark him, we can call that a murder garden
thuggin’ too hard, a n+gga tried to check me
i said, “i beg your pardon?”
had the glizzy up in my ethika drawers
i step back, then i spark him
shot these n+ggas, ty lawson
hole in his head like he was a f+cking dolphin
make your mamma buy a coffin
told ’em “stop cryin’ ’bout her baby, eat this sausage”
make her swallow and gargle
hit from the back, i’ma have to f+ckin’ dog her
[chorus]
don’t get caught without your gun
’cause after dark we gon’ k!ll anyone
i spot a opp, so you know he’s done
he ain’t do nothin’ to me, we just k!ll for no reason

[verse 2]
lean on the blunt
tropicana fruits in the runt
you can’t hit this blunt
you ain’t help me roll this f+ckin’ blunt
try to buck me who? buck me what?
we ain’t goin’ for nothin’
when i up this b+tch up out my hip, boy you better run
got the glizzy dirty, so i had to get another gun
say she wanna have my kids, so i put it on her tongue
hunnid round drum, on the choppa look like tommy gun
how the f+ck he gon’ survive with the money on your dome?
walk in your house, and then i k!ll you with your mommy in your home
’cause that lil’ choppa, he be reekin’, this that murderer cologne
why your body smell like that? ’cause them f+ckin’ bodies in the trunk
y’all took a shot right out your melon, we left that boy funky
they like choppa “what you smokin’ on?”
i’m smokin’ on this skunk
i pin the tail up on that opp, now that boy look like he a donkey
7.62’s leave all those holes look like you was shoppin’ at dunkin’
my lil’ mexican stabbin’ sh+t, he carve you out just like a pumpkin
[chorus]
don’t get caught without your gun
’cause after dark we gon’ k!ll anyone
i spot a opp, so you know he’s done
he ain’t do nothin’ to me, we just k!ll for no reason

[outro]
top shotta, got the bombs like al+qaeda

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