Testo Taliban - NLE Choppa
Testo della canzone Taliban (NLE Choppa), tratta dall'album From Dark to Light
Brr
Niggas better not
NIggas better not pop out, for real
Brr, ayy, ayy
My brodie got a lick, he say he tryna bring 'bout forty back
Forty packs and forty racks, .40 cal and a MAC
Box him up, Apple Jacks, rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat
In the Scat', caught him lackin', windows crackin', tires flat
I said we ain't come here for nothin', nigga, we want it all
Jewelry on, you know that I'm stuntin', nigga, we love to ball
Never duckin' opps, if I'm inside, I'm duckin' federals
Stopped takin' Percocets 'cause I don't wanna slip on fentanyl
Ayy, pop him, drop him, I got 'bout twenty, on God
Ayy, spot him, watch him, look one more time, I'll spark
Ain't no trustin' us, we bustin' stuff like we play for the Warriors
What you is, nigga? What you bangin'?
You say you that, then throw it up
Suck the gang, she throwin' up, now shе sayin' she don't know us (ayy)
New hoes comin' through, wе goin' up, nigga, fuck her (yeah)
Drugged up, my face mugged up, he say I'm tough tough
Movin' with killers, we don't say shit, we let them guns bust
Even though I had talent, I was still out committing robberies
My past keep on following me, you know I acknowledge greed
Good deed, bad deed, we gon' do that shit if we in need
Bad bitch with bowed legs for me, I think she Cherokee
See how we comin'
We Taliban drugs, paraphernalia and the contraband
They say they can smell us, still let me board, then I landed
Better treat me like Osama in this bitch, but we ain't stabbin'
Bullets gettin' to clappin'
First nigga play, he gon' lay, ayy, ayy, ayy
This a hooligan, she raisin' ayy, bay-bay-bay
Wraith, that's my taste, I ain't tryna drive no straight-eight
Left a nut on her face, goodness sake, it look like a cake
Look fast, hit slow, smokin' dope, lean out the bottle
Fuckin' on a model, I DM'd her, I ain't have to follow
Never trust a ho, I put my faith into these fuckin' hollows
Come here, barrel to the face, blow his brains out him
He out of bounds, I had to foul him
Ref throw in the towel (come here)
The crowd goin' wild, big man on the block, Pau Gasol (come here)
And round for round, pound for pound, you can't last, clown
You must ain't heard about that last nigga we bugged out
My brodie got a lick, he say he tryna bring 'bout forty back
Forty packs and forty racks, .40 cal and a MAC
Box him up, Apple Jacks, rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat
In the Scat', caught him lackin', windows crackin', tires flat
I said we ain't come here for nothin', nigga, we want it all
Jewelry on, you know that I'm stuntin', nigga, we love to ball
Never duckin' opps, if I'm inside, I'm duckin' federals
Stopped takin' Percocets 'cause I don't wanna slip on fentanyl
See how we comin'
We Taliban drugs, paraphernalia and the contraband
They say they can smell us, still let me board, then I landed
Better treat me like Osama in this bitch
But we ain't stabbin', bullets gettin' to clappin'
Nigga, we ain't stabbin', bullets get to clappin'
We ain't totin' machetes
We'll send you to Heaven, we be steppin'
We steppin', steppin', steppin' right in front the reverend (brr)
NLE the Top Shotta, bombs like Al-Qaeda
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan O'neil, Thomas Horton, Bryson Potts, Mikul Thomas
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