ON MY HIP
Nuez, NLE Choppa
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I just pull up on ghost and they said I'm spooky
You know I'm a thug, I'm clutchin' my tooly
Don't fuck with these niggas 'cause they really groupies
You get in my way and you know I'ma shoot it
Perc' in my system, I'm high as a plane
It's numb in my feelings and numb in my pain
Same nigga from the trenches, you know I can't change
When I up it, I'm shootin', I'm bustin' his brain, yeah
Ran up my money and ran up my guap
Made a oath to myself that I won't punch the clock
We trappin' narcotics with dope in our socks
We servin' up fiends, we givin' them rocks
You know that I'm shootin', I'm bustin' his noggin
I was up in the school with the Glock in my pocket
Ain't no hesitation, you know I'ma pop it
I'ma dump the whole clip 'til I see that he dropped it
I'm thankin' the Lord that I blew up
Back up in them days I was brewster
Every day a nigga used to screw her
Had a talk with myself that I had to do better
I got on my grind then I ran up my cheddar
Every time that I sleep, my Glock in my dresser
Put my trust in these bullets, you know I'ma stretch 'em
I hopped in a steamer then scooped me a thot
They say I'm the devil because I be hot
I don't trust a nigga because they gon' plot
This is not food, it's dope in our pot
I hit up my nigga, I got me a play
I was down on my ass, had to make some' shake
I was starvin', no food on my plate
Now I'm stackin' up chips like Frito Lay
I came in the game with my foot on the pedal
If I catch me a charge, then I'm goin' federal
I'm gone off these drugs, I'm poppin' that medical
Bitch nigga move wrong, grrr, turn yo' ass to a vegetable
I was gon' blow, I kept on tellin' you
They callin' my phone, I'm blockin' they cellular
I'm the king of this shit, you know I'm not regular
I'm booked up every week in my schedule
Huh?
Turned to the max
If a nigga move wrong then I'ma shoot him in the back, yeah, yeah
NLE, Top Shotta, Choppa
Huh?
The Don, Don, Don Dada
Came in the party, this Glock on my hip
When I, up it he dip
Hit his ass with this tip
Through his body they rip
His soul go limp
Got shot in the head, it knock off his lip
You poured up a Four, I poured up a fifth
I'm countin' up blues like I was a Crip
Can't get in my water unless you a ship
And don't try to rob, this Glock on my hip, yeah