(CashMoneyAP)
NLE Choppa
NLE, Top Shotta shit
(Pyroman) Dom Dodda
Yeah, the Dom Dodda
Ayy, yeah

Her pussy is wet like the water
she call me a jet ski
She say that I'm fine, she say that I'm sexy
she wanna sex me (she wanna fuck)
Back then I was broke, they call me a joke
and they wouldn't text me
Now she digestin' my kids
like it was Ecstasy

Bitch, I got it out the mud like I'm Lil Baby
And I got a lotta bodies like I was a rapist
If 12 pull me over, I'ma try to race 'em
If he got a lotta bricks, I'ma try to snake it
Kill a nigga, put his body in the trunk
Meditated with my gun like a monk
Murder on my mind, screamin', "Redrum"
Open up your mouth when I'm finna cum
Bitch, I bought it every season, call me Roadie Reg
Made a oath to my gang that I won't ever switch
I cut that my grass, 'cause I can hear the hiss
My Glock on my hip and it's pokin' out my fit
I just copped another sprinter, it is not a run
Bitch I'm eatin' Percocets like a chicken tender
Gave a bitch the wood, then she caught a splinter
Rockin' McLaren, the fall and the winter
Bitch, get up off me, I already nutted
You see the doorknob, bitch, you better touch it
They say that I'm crazy, my gun, I'm clutchin'
The way I grew up, man, a nigga was rugged
You open your legs but I want you to suck it
Call a nigga MC, 'cause you better not touch me
Lay your finger on this chain, I'm uppin' my thang
and knockin' your muffin
Diamond on my neck, AP on my wrist
Red dot on my stick, when the up don't miss
Old dumb ass ho tried to give me a kiss
Smack a bitch in the face, tell her, "Suck this dick"
So many Percs, I was too damn high
I was so damn high that I thought I had died
My bitch, she a rider, like Bonnie and Clyde
One day, swear to God, I'ma make her a bride
Clutchin' my metal, I'm clutchin' my stick
If you run up on me, you get hit with the bitch
Got a AR-15 and it might overheat
So a nigga just bought another cooling kit
I'm a big dog up in the gang, you a poodle
I'm a Great Dane mixed with a Pit'
And I'm on some Osama Bin Laden shit
'Cause a nigga fittin' a TEC
Glock on my hip so I limp when I walk
She got my dick on her breath every time she talk
You would think I got AIDS 'cause a nigga too raw
God made me perfect, ain't got no flaws
Your set get took, bitch, I got your bricks
Got a long ass dick like I'm blind in this bitch
If you playin' hide and seek, we gon' find that bitch
Fuck a.30 cal', I got a nine inch dick
Call a nigga Big Snoop,'cause a young nigga Crippin'
And if I catch him slippin', then he come a miss
I'ma shoot up his house, he gon' die while he shittin'
Shot that boy in the head, he ain't doin' no healin'

NLE, bitch, Top Shotta, nigga
Know what the fuck goin' on
CashMoneyAP, what up with it nigga?
bitch ass nigga, ho ass nigga
Love you nigga, great

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Writer(s): Bryson Lashun Potts