Tag: DOA

NLE Choppa – Who TF Up in My Trap Lyrics

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[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Think we found a loophole)
Mmm, uh, mmm, mmm

[Pre-Chorus]
Fuck up in my trap
Who the fuck up in my trap?
Who the fuck up in my trap?
Who the fuck up in my trap?
Who the fuck is in my trap, man?
Who the fuck? Ayy (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Who the fuck outside my trap? Say he wanna cop a gram
Bitch, you better cop a P, or an ounce, or a hail
He said he ain’t tryna cop, rob his ass, strip him down
We gon’ take his car, have him on the bus, the Greyhound
You don’t have to be accurate when you got a hundred rounds (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground

[Verse]
We got a hundred shots, I bet his body drop, I made him milly rock
I’m servin’ beef up in this bitch like Philly, sauce soon as we get the drop
Put one up in the head before I do the dirt, ain’t gotta cop
Them choppa bullets rip the dread’s bloods, leakin’ on his locks
We shot at shit, you know I’m General
We don’t care where you at, bitch, you know we finish you
They say, “Lil’ choppa bring what?” All them niggas know it’s you
So don’t you hop up in my car, ’cause you know it’s murder fool, yeah, yeah
Catch me in the trap with two Dracos up in my lap (Ayy)
And I got fiends runnin’ out that want the crack like Bobby Brown (Ayy)
I had a shootout, seen his body drop, I can’t lie, that shit was really fun
I don’t know about you thugs (Brrt), but I really love my guns (Brrt)
You see this twenty-six? It got a switch and it can hold a drum
Play a Glizzy automatic, yeah, you know it’s red rum
Tryna sell Choppa a strap? Ayy, he gon’ take your gun
He seen me out and tried to give me dabs, I slapped him wit’ my palm
I blow exotic dope, exotic gas, you know it keep me calm (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We never stoppin’, crashin’ out until we see the police come
He seen me, got to shakin’, so I know that nigga scared of us
Left blood up on the scene, but I don’t think the scene was red enough
So we spinned again and dropped his partner while I used the same gun
He ain’t make it to the doctor, bitch, it’s DOA up in this gun
Did the drill, changed the barrel, ain’t no case up on this gun
I dropped the opp, I made him twirl, it’s ballerinas with this gun

[Chorus]
Who the fuck outside my trap? Say he wanna cop a gram
Bitch, you better cop a P, or an ounce, or a hail
He said he ain’t tryna cop, rob his ass, strip him down
We gon’ take his car, have him on the bus, the Greyhound
You don’t have to be accurate when you got a hundred rounds (A whole hundred)
Bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Nigga, NLE the Top Shotta
I bet I pop him, bet I send him to the doctor, bitch (Who the?)
Huh, yeah, you know we on my shotta shit
And it ain’t no politics
Bruh, you get jumped quick (Who the fuck is? Who the fuck is?)
Uh, ain’t no cap
(Who the fuck is? Who the fuck is?)
(Fuck is, who the fuck is?)

NLE Choppa – Neighborhood Watch Lyrics

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[Intro]
It ain’t what I thought it would be
I told them niggas stop talkin’ to me
Do walk-ups
And then we stand over him and knock his top off
Knock his top off, knock his block off (Ayy)
Stand over him and knock his top off
They know how we comin’, they know we spinnin’, they know how this shit get
On Grape, check the news
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I’m rollin’ an opp and I’m sippin’ on Wock’ (Ayy)
And she givin’ me top while I’m clutchin’ the Glock
AR chop
Didn’t have a good look at him, but a nigga still took that shot
Put one in the head
I smacked him with the pistol, left his forehead with a knot
Ride for my dawgs like bike pegs
Try to run, then both legs get shot
Stretch me a ‘bow and then stretch me a ho
And then stretch me a opp right at the show
Few niggas came around me got popped
Them niggas wasn’t alright with the G.O.A.T.
Purple rags on the boat with my ho
Few bitches pullin’ up for the loads
Exotic boat, it can go for the low
I told him three racks for this smoke
Glock in his face, I’ma see where his savage at
Shootin’ at who? Bitch, you know we ain’t havin’ that
Shot at the opp, made that bitch hit the cabbage patch
Gave him a vowel, his clip started emptyin’
I’m in Sin City, I’m sinnin’ with Silla
We flippin’ them bitches, just me and my killers
Mama and daughter, they facin’ the pillows
She suckin’ my dick while she callin’ her nigga
Gave him twenty, but he did it for free
Better come correct, you comin’ for me
We droppin’ bodies every day of the week
DOA, cold case, deceased
Heard that diss, but we gon’ see
Leave no evidence, OCD
I’ma get caught if the camera see me
‘Cause I’m bare face, no mask when me meet (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]
Got the neighborhood watch on the corner (Ayy, on the corner)
Got the neighborhood smokin’ marijuana (Smokin’ marijuana)
I got the neighborhood watchin’ for the Dada (Watching for the Dada)
But little do they know that I’m the one that’s gunnin’ (That I’m the one that’s gunnin’)
On the low, I’m the one that be causin’ violence (Causin’ violence)
I be silent on it, but I keep on smilin’ (Keep on smilin’)
What they don’t know is that lil’ nigga got bodies (Got bodies)
Any problem, he gon’ solve it with that rocket

[Verse 2]
Ayy, high as a bitch, I ain’t know where to land
So I landed in coochie with her and her friend
Wanted a Birkin, I gave her a Gucci instead
Brodie, he went out and caught him a body
He told me he need him a Xan’, man
Retaliation, that’s a must
You bust at us, then you know you a dead man
Nigga ain’t spinned on me
Nigga ain’t even got that much nuts
Would’ve got shot in the head, but he ducked
If I miss a shot, then I go make it up
Catch him on the rebound, hundred round go
Mama say stop, (Brrr) but the bullets, they blow
I shoot too much, my fingers sore
Big red dot on the nose for a bozo

[Chorus]
Got the neighborhood watch on the corner (Ayy, on the corner)
Got the neighborhood smokin’ marijuana (Smokin’ marijuana)
I got the neighborhood watchin’ for the Dada (Watching for the Dada)
But little do they know that I’m the one that’s gunnin’ (That I’m the one that’s gunnin’)
On the low, I’m the one that be causin’ violence (Causin’ violence)
I be silent on it, but I keep on smilin’ (Keep on smilin’)
What they don’t know is that lil’ nigga got bodies (Got bodies)
Any problem, he gon’ solve it with that rocket

[Outro]
Nigga
Fuck you mean, nigga?
Them niggas know how we be comin’, TKO
They know the score, five and oh, we winnin’, though
Catch a body, then repent it, ho
Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt
Get down
Brrt, brrt, brrt
Get down
Brrt, brrt, brrt
Get down, the whole round
Brrt, brrt

Shy Glizzy – Right Or Wrong Lyrics

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[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Yeah
Young Jefe, home
8…
I just spend a whole ten, yeah

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone (Woo)
Tired of seein’ me text you, when you always on your phone (Brr)
She knew I was a dog but yet she still gon’ let me bone (Uh-uh-uh)
You fuckin’ with the mob that mean you with it right or wrong (Mob)
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone (Woo)
She sent me a DM, how she know I love thongs?
She fucked a real nigga, she ain’t ever comin’ home
Girl, do you love Lil’ Glizzy? Is you with me right or wrong?

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
All that talkin’ bullshit, they ain’t really ’bout nothin’ (No, no)
She tell a nigga cappin’, where I’m from they call it bluffin’ (No cap)
If she let me fuck it, I might take that bitch to [?] (Ooh)
Take her away from the ruckus, I might take her out to bucket (Yeah)
Little slimy, check her she doin’ [?] (Guap)
And you can’t come to South ’cause we be on some grimey (Southside)
I’m the king of [?] if you don’t say so you a bitch (What?)
She had all type of niggas but she don’t know what kind is this (Ayy)
She come from Toronto, yeah I take her to my jungle (Yeah)
That ’42 get to you girl, let’s get ride home (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
She a baddie, yeah she on me, yeah
She my lil’ Rapunzel
I’m a savage but I’m humble, yeah that money come in bundles (Woo)

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone (Woah)
Tired of seein’ me text you, when you always on your phone (Uh, brr)
She knew I was a dog but yet she still gon’ let me bone (Woo)
You fuckin’ with the mob that mean you with it right or wrong (Mob)
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone (Damn, damn)
She sent me a DM, how she know I love thongs?
She fuck a real nigga, she ain’t ever comin’ home
Girl, do you love Lil’ Glizzy? Is you with me right or wrong?

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
I might give that girl that DOA, I hit it on the floor (Floor)
Take that girl to MIA, she never comin’ home (Home)
Her boyfriend keep actin’ tough, that boy be bluffin’ on the phone (Phone)
Why you worried ’bout us? I took her on a trip to Rome (Rome)
You better be lucky, you take a lil’ blow
And ain’t take no four-four (Bah)
And I have me about, um, four
Load the mini coupe like a four-door, yeah
Tellin’ me somethin’ (Somethin’)
Tellin’ me somethin’ that I wanna hear
No one will know, baby, I am right here
Who put that in your head? That I don’t care
Who put that in your head? God, I swear
Who put that in your head? That’s a fake dress
She give me head, she can’t feel her legs (What?)
She on her knees, she can’t feel her legs, uh
I’m off the Perky, can’t feel my back
Poppin’ them pills like the packs
I’m rockin’ that Gucci, I’m rockin’ that Louis
I’m rockin’ that Prada, like they broke, yeah

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone (Woah)
Tired of seein’ me text you, when you always on your phone (Uh, brr)
She knew I was a dog but yet she still gon’ let me bone (Woo)
You fuckin’ with the mob that mean you with it right or wrong (Mob)
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone (Damn, damn)
She sent me a DM, how she know I love thongs?
She fuck a real nigga, she ain’t ever comin’ home (Ayy)
Girl, do you love Lil’ Glizzy? Is you with me right or wrong? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)