No Chorus, Pt. 5

[Intro: NLE Choppa] It's Taco Tuesday, ha Yeah, Taco Tuesday, I'm handin' out a whole lotta shells, bitch K dripped in sauce Grrr You know what the fuck goin' on Grape Street, shotta shit, no fucking politics Ayy, ayy, ayy Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: NLE Choppa & Big K Mula] They thought we was done with this shit Yeah I'm rich, but I'll still hit another lick This choppa overheat, I got a coolin' kit Put him down below like I'm Roddy Ricch Glizzy automatic, came with the switch Got a green beam and it got a dick Shotta shit no fucking politics Went against the grain, so he got hit No chorus part five, you niggas been waitin' Good aim with this Glock, should've played in the Matrix We ain't killed in a while, finna boost up the ratings I've been poppin' my shit and these niggas they hate it Throwin' my gang, I'm reppin' my set I don't want me a Glock, hit his ass with this TEC Why hе got on a vest? 'Cause I aim at his neck I sеrve a nigga soap cold, that shit finesse Murda, murda, murda, all a nigga know I can look at the stars, my choppa got a scope Bitch I'm freestylin', you thought this shit was wrote My dawg in the cell, I'm just here to give him hope If a nigga want smoke, bitch you know that it's up If I pull my dick out, then yo' bitch gonna suck And he tried to rob me, he ain't know it was tough (Mula) And I ain't squashin' no beef, pussy nigga it's stuck yeah [Verse 2: Big K Mula] Part five on you niggas We so live on you niggas Part three and four hit a couple mill, now it's all eyes on me nigga Yo' bitch leave heart eyes on my picture Got a .45 with extension For a one K with a pension Go rope on like they lynched me Get money, my only attention Strap on me nigga do not attempt me Full clip, boy that bitch will get empty Leave you wrapped up in a sheet I've been countin' backends for a week My niggas smoke Backwoods and OG Shit like thirty-five for a P Ridin' with a Ruger [?] on a C, put you on a tee See, nigga playin' we'll put him to sleep And I gotta eat, I hope it ain't beef But if it is, boy we havin' a feast Niggas say they real, I gotta see Whip push start, ain't got a key Lil' bad bitch, I got a freak Make yo' bitch wet, she gotta leak Ballin' out of pocket like I'm Drew Brees Makin' plays nigga, since the little league Catch a girl, get a girl, tag freeze Pack all the kush, strong, Hercules Niggas [?], make 'em make-believe Draco choppin' shit, damn, Bruce Lee Kiss me European, not from Japanese Sauce drippin', clean up on aisle three [Verse 3: ?] Look, I pull out and swerve in the whip like it's rented It's tinted, so now you cannot see who in here, I'm gone The party don't start 'til I get that [?] Got me somewhere else, but I've been there before, man I'm lit And these bitches keep askin' for pictures, shit My nigga keep passin' me liquor then breakin' down the stuff in [?] Man this shit [?] some killer Got gold in my mouth like I'm [?] He gangster online, but a bitch when he see me In person you really a peon You not street you made yours [?] you niggas not me I'm not friendly, no I don't follow on IG You not spendin' You chillin' here is unlikely I don't fuck with niggas and I got a strap, I'm a dyke But you try me, I'm shooting like Spike Lee And all of these niggas 'round me they all gangbangers I can't take 'em 'round rappers, they chain takers HOF, Shotta Fam, we game changers I can't calm 'em down, you cannot tame gangsters In yo' party on Addies and Percs Move wrong and you can get added to shirts Tool on me, I won't give stripe to no jerk And you up on me, you finna shoot or get murked [Verse 4: OG Chuccy] I'm catchin' flights, different city every night Rockin' shows, livin' life These niggas hatin' [?] I was at the bottom strugglin' 'round every night I really earned my stripes I was on the block takin' chances with my life I know they be plottin' and schemin' Tryin' to get a nigga back, that's why I keep the pipe Any nigga hatin', know he ain't right He probably got robbed or beat up on sight Take one of mine and I'm endin' your life Ain't waitin' for shit, I'm spendin' the night Runnin' with shottas, I live the gang life He [?] he payin' the price Caught that boy lackin', he thought shit was nice Gave him a headshot, DOA, no Skype We 'bout that life You livin' up for the hype but that shit gonna cost you your life Go hit 'em tonight They finna survive? Spin back twice If it's smoke, we don't take shit light Applyin' pressure, hit his ass on sight Ain't no hidin', we slidin' every night I give him the order and gonna pay the price [Verse 5: Kabana] Who want the smoke? What up? You can get it Keep a lil' pocket rocket, baby glizzy I got the pound bitch here hold fifty Screamin' "fuck twelve" feelin' like I'm Biggie [?] Four pockets full, all of 'em on my lil' baby Back to this trap if this rap shit don't make it Kidnap yo' kids and fuck on yo' lady Kill this bitch, I won't have no remorse I knew it was [?] when he gave me the torch You ate off my plate, even gave you a fork I helped you become a man from a boy He say he a shooter, he really not a shooter He just a neuter, he really a brewster Big dog, nigga I'm a poodle Yo' [?] Take a [?] you goofy Shotta lifestyle, come and play [?] [?] big body [?] [?] with a kick, make a movie Camelot apartments, where I started, they knew this Parkway buildings be a jungle, on some zoo shit Light skin, dark skin [?] Big [?], all my money lookin' bluish [?] I think I need a picture This is D&G no Hilfiger At the [?], money getting bigger Popstar [?] with the stripper Dissin' me, he a missin' nigga Couple hooligans, don't make me sick 'em Hide behind the houses with the hitters Red bottom drippin', I'm a Crip Wanna join Shotta Fam, go catch you a body All it takes is one chance for me to [?] Shoot it one time, watch it knock out his artery Most of my homies, they locked up for robbery Wanna join Shotta Fam, go catch you a body All it takes is one chance for me to [?] Shoot it one time, watch it knock out his artery Most of my homies, they locked up for robbery