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100 Shots By NLE Choppa Cook that s--- up, Quay (Yeah) Earthquake cut up on the beat, earthquake cut the motherfuckin’ beat, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Hundred some shots, I shoot out the spot They don’t know if I did it or not They don’t know if he make it or not Whippin’ the brick ’till I break out the pot Post up with the Drac’ while I’m thuggin’ with Josh Got a beam on my gun, he duckin’ to die And blood on my side, he wipe when I snot Don’t you cry when I die, you better go slide Go berserk in the bih, have a Perc’ in the bih Put my d--- in her hand, make her jerk that s--- Put syrup on my d---, I don’t f--- with the s--- G------, I damn near smacked that b---- ‘Cause I charge on the brick, ’cause I’ma smack it Slap it, I ain’t got a big homie, I ‘on’t even listen to my daddy I remember them days I been ratchet Now when you look at my wrist it’s a Patek In the Demon and you know I’ma smash it Give us a brick and you know we gon’ wrap it These special drugs, you

Rock Out Be T.R.U. All these hoes We gon’ give these hoes one song Worried ’bout none of these hoes All them Instagram posts, n----, you ain’t gon’ drop nothin’ (Drop) All that pistol totin’ s---, n----, you ain’t gon’ pop nothin’ (Pop) What you got a mask for, n----? You ain’t gon’ rock nothin’ (Rock) In the middle of the club, don’t give no f----, n----, we gon’ knock somethin’ (Grrah) And I got that thirty on me, n----, what you talkin’ ’bout? (You talkin’ ’bout) In the middle of the club, n----, what? We gon’ rock out (Gon’ rock out) I don’t give no f----, n----, what? Bring them c---- out (Them c---- out) Got the sticks in the trunk, n----, what? Bring the block out (That block, n----) Now she all in her feelings, b----, what? Keep on callin’ me (She callin’) And she get on my nerves, b----, block, you can’t follow me (Can’t follow me) And that ho Alicia from the Westside, n---- been had that (Been had that) And that ho lil’ Heidi from the Eastside, n---- been sm

Exotic Be NLE Choppa Uh, yeah, I’m tired No cap Uh, bad Uh, I’m tired Palaze, what you cookin’? (Mhm) Mhm, hey, ayy Met a bad b----, put kids on her face, now I’m childish, mhm (Yeah, I’m childish) Givenchy with your Gucci in this b----, now they say he stylish, yeah, ooh (He stylish) Better watch your mouth when you talk, ’cause you know I get violent Kill anybody (Brr), just caught a body, did it in silence, yeah I told the b----, “Roll my dope” (Roll my dope) But, b----, don’t smoke my weed (Don’t smoke my pound) This big a-- Glock got a toe (Let’s go) Ayy, this a felony (This a felony) I ‘on’t know what the lil’ b---- thought (I ‘on’t know) She ain’t gettin’ no wedding ring And I ‘on’t know why you open your legs, ’cause, b----, you ain’t getting no head from me Roll up exotic (Roll up exotic), my b----, she a hottie, got a nice body (Got a nice body) And I met her at Follies (Met her at Follies), we went to the hotel and f----- in the lobby (In the lobby), y

Cruze By NLE Choppa Ft. Meek Mill Hey, McNabb Run it back Turbo I done be Manson Run at the rats and (Run at the rats) I know these n----- ain’t talking to me, I don’t give them reactions (I don’t react) I done be keeping that Glock on my hip, and I wear it for fashion (Keepin’ it straight) I really be ballin’ and poppin’ that s--- like I do on my captions I done be Manson (Manson, Manson) Run at the rats and (Run at the rats) I know these n----- ain’t talking to me, I don’t give them reactions (I don’t react) I done be keeping that Glock on my hip, and I wear it for fashion (Keepin’ it, BRRRT) I really be ballin’ and poppin’ that s--- like I do on my captions Yeah (Yeah) I’m not a business man (I ain’t) I am a business, man (I am) I ain’t got time to be with you n-----, I am handling business fam’ We at the [?], we’re [?] it up, and you not in the picture fam’ Said he want smoke, we took it a joke, you put it on Instagram Damn How can I entertain Some n-

[Intro] I’m in Jamaica with shottas (Oh, no, no) Ayy (NLE) I’m in Jamaica with shottas (No love, yeah) [Verse 1] I’m in Jamaica with shottas Eating jerk chicken, no lobster In Kingston wit’ rastas Nigga move wrong they pop ya Like potatoes, we drop ya You a bitch boy, bombaclat, yeah You a hoe boy rastaclat, yeah Yeah, want beef you got that Real Jamaican, I’m a top shotta, burn a nigga like Satan Don’t do no savin’, want smoke with me and cook him up like bacon Yo’ sack get taken, try’na flex on me now you up on a payment White bitch named Stacy, put dick on her lip like a blunt she facin’ Ayy, what is love? I’m NLE, can’t show no love He talking tough, until I fill him up with slugs I’m a stepper, I step on niggas like a rug Call up BG, my big guy, you know he finessin’ plugs [Chorus] Baby Mexico Choppa, ayy, this that shotta shit I’m getting guala, they like, “Choppa got a lots of it” That draco might just overheat, it got a cooling kit We pull up shoo

Intro] CashMoneyAP Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh NLE the top Shotta I got the bun like I gotta [Chorus] Get a bitch and make her famous, next minute she blocked me (Blocked me) 30 in this perc I need to slow down on the roxys (On the Roxys) Gotta call my niggas damn I nearly skipped a heartbeat (Skipped a heartbeat) Lookin’ for your love, bet yo’ feelings is departing (Departin) Pull up on the wrong street, you niggas getting blicked out Gun up in my hand while I fuck her wit my dick out (Dick out) We was really in the trenches thugging in the choppa house (Choppa house) Don’t you tell me that it’s smoke because you know that we gon’ bang it out (Bang it out) [Verse] I don’t even know which car I’ma drive (Drive) Roll a three-five now I’m too damn high (Too damn high) Bitch I’m in my zone, don’t you kill my vibe (Don’t you kill my vibe) If a nigga play, you know them choppas gon’ ride (Ride) The Michael Draco clip look like a banana (Banana) A niggas look all in this bitch