nle choppa - never heard of you lyrics
[intro]
mh+mhh, aye, you want some smoke with me?
smoke who?
[chorus]
ay, n+gga what, n+gga who, boy i never heard of you
mommas cryin’ everywhere, n+gga that’s what murder do
they see me goin’ on the [?], up this .30 right at you
i got a couple n+ggas left imma drop them [?] too
run down on ’em, crack his head so i know he dead
they ratted on us, can’t beef with ’em cause them n+ggas feds
bullets had his top, i seen them drop, i gave ’em [?]
pass me the glock i bet i’ll pop and i [?]
all black with this mask we gon’ crip we the crippers
ion need a gang, by myself with my neeners
scratchin’ in my hand, it’s a itch up on my fingеr
i get to spinnin out the glock that b+tch had turned to a singеr
[verse 1]
walk down gang we make sure to drop down
and his close [?] too she can’t see [?]
and i was tuggin’ on the block, the glock hot ’cause the beam is on
and i was hot up in the trap, my glock out so i [?]
put me in the show i swear to god we thuggin’ out
and don’t you touch my securety, you know i got it on me
ion need 100 n+ggas cause i crip on my lonley
and lil’ tevo on the k he make you flip and get your dome spit
[chorus]
ay, n+gga what, n+gga who, boy i never heard of you
mommas cryin’ everywhere, n+gga that’s what murder do
they see me goin’ on the [?], up this .30 right at you
i got a couple n+ggas left imma drop them [?] too
all black with this mask we gon’ crip we the crippers
ion need a gang, by myself with my neeners
scratchin’ in my hand, it’s a itch up on my finger
i get to spinnin out the glock that b+tch had turned to a singer
[verse 1]
we gon’ drop ’em body too, shooting sh+t like uncle drew
gucci shoes, louie suit, burberry in my clip
we gon’ hang ’em like a [?], police ask my name im [?]
shaming me, you shaming who, i get you murdered, shaming you
give a f+ck what you bangin’ but i’m bleeding by the purple
bullets hit him in his chest we gon give that boy a [?]
shoot a snitch in his mouth, imma give that boy a girl
i put my d+ck in her mouth till it slurp it up and jerk
we don’t play for [?}, n+gga we just play for keeps
knew this sh+t was really beef when i started loosing sleep
[?] on his head, we gon give that boy a [?]
i spy with this choppa, we ain’t playin’ hide and seek
rock out, rock out, we gon’ rock out, the thots out, so u know i got my c+ck out
the narcs out and my n+gga put that pack down
you think that n+gga still alive, b+tch was spinnin’ back round
[chorus]
ay, n+gga what, n+gga who, boy i never heard of you
mommas cryin’ everywhere, n+gga that’s what murder do
they see me goin’ on the [?], up this .30 right at you
i got a couple n+ggas left imma drop them [?] too
all black with this mask we gon’ crip we the crippers
ion need a gang, by myself with my neeners
scratchin’ in my hand, it’s a itch up on my finger
i get to spinnin out the glock that b+tch had turned to a singer
[outro]
mh+hmm, [?] gang, wo+hoa
[?] gang, runnin’ to, shoot like uncle drew, prr
top shotta, don dada, mhh+hmm
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