Testo Capo - NLE Choppa
Testo della canzone Capo (NLE Choppa), tratta dall'album Love My New Millenium Hip Hop
Yeah, huh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (M-Midas got a jugg)
Ha-ha-ha, I ain't doin' no playin' Jack, ya hear me?
Yeah, yeah, hrrah
Baow, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
I'm tired of him breathin', I'm takin' his breath (huh?) shoot to my right, my flag on the left (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I earned my stripes, but I'm not a ref, these niggas, they woke, they overslept, yeah (huh)
My bitch, she clutch because she a nurse, whenever I'm down, she give me a Perc'
The police pull up, my gun in her purse (yeah), the opps pull up, put him on a shirt (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, we came in this world, and we lookin' for murder
Knock yo' cap off, and it's word to Bobby Shmurda
Nigga watch yo' mouth, I would hate to have to hurt ya
You would kill off a Perc', but snitch when you sober
Man down in the street, man, this nigga tried to play me
I hit one in the head, but his gun's on safety
They askin' how I been, what I been feelin' lately
I got good aim in the pocket like I'm Brady
Can't speak on the shit I did to you (huh), to be honest, them bullets wasn't meant for you (grrah)
I'm sorry that they hit you, fuck that, spin again, shoot the friend too
See at first I was gon' stop and chill, hell nah, how them hollow feel? (Yeah)
I'm independent, can't sign a deal, won't sell out for a couple mil' (yeah, huh, yeah-yeah)
Before you tryna rob, hit yo' knees and pray to Buddha
Soon as you up it, Lil Trey gonna shoot ya (he gonna shoot ya)
Remember I was young, and I used to be a hoopa (a hoopa)
I got into guns, then I turned to the shoota
Knock off yo' head, call that a fuckin' train wreck (huh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Bitch, close yo' legs, where the fuck is yo' brain at? (Huh, huh, huh, uh-yeah)
Wet a nigga block, make it look like we painted (yeah, yeah)
Man, I used to struggle, now a nigga famous
I'm 16 with big dreams, I wanna be a star
I used to spend money on lil' things, now I want a car
Ay, that Rollie or that Audemars, where do I start? (Yeah, yeah, huh)
Man, this lean fuckin' up my tummy, makin' me fart (hrrah, baow-baow, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Hunnid somethin' shots in the rental, my bitch, she bad like Kendall
I'm poppin' niggas like pimple (yeah-yeah), I'm in her mouth, that's dental (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, huh)
We strapped up like a gay ho, we kill niggas like Tadoe
We ruthless like Fredo, and love totin' Dracos (hrraow)
Mop a nigga with the .40, I'm a janitor, we smokin' on gas, that's cannabis (yeah-yeah)
That's a lot in the Draco, I'm an animal (yeah-yeah), in Florida, chillin' in Panama (yeah-yeah)
He said he want smoke, I hope that he ready, I put on my mask like Jason and Freddy (huh, huh, huh, huh)
You soft as a bear, just like Teddy, I shoot him in the head, knock out his spaghetti, yeah (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'm tired of him breathin', I'm takin' his breath (huh?) shoot to my right, my flag on the left
I earned my stripes, but I'm not a ref, these niggas, they woke, they overslept, yeah
My bitch, she clutch because she a nurse, whenever I'm down, she give me a Perc' (huh, huh, huh, huh)
The police pull up, my gun in her purse, the opps pull up, put him on a shirt
Bitch, we came in this world, and we lookin' for murder
Knock yo' cap off, and it's word to Bobby Shmurda
Nigga watch yo' mouth, I would hate to have to hurt ya
You would kill off a Perc', but snitch when you sober
Man down in the street, man, this nigga tried to play me
I hit one in the head, but his gun's on safety
They askin' how I been, what I been feelin' lately
I got good aim in the pocket like I'm Brady
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Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Donald Bernard Bailey Jr.
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