901, Pt. 2

[Intro: White $osa & NLE Choppa]

Ayy, ayy, 901, Pt. 2, Choppa, come in this ho, man

Yeah man, you dig what I'm saying?

You know what the fuck goin' on, 901, Pt. 2, make your bitch hit the foody-doo, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on

Fuck you talkin' 'bout?

This that Memphis anthem shit, man, fuck you talkin' 'bout (Shotta Fam)

Yeah (Damn, KC)

[Chorus: White $osa]

901, Pt. 2 (2)

We in Memphis, know we shoot (Shoot)

We ain't playing by the rules (Rules)

This my city, you go, poof (Poof)

[Verse 1: White $osa & NLE Choppa]

See, in Memphis, we leave no witness

We ride with choppas with extensions (Grrah)

Squeezing triggers like some lemons

Get you smoked just like a chimney

Moneys bring Glocks, they come with them dicks

Ain't talkin' no tree, we bringing them sticks

Ain't talkin' no tongue, we hitting some licks

You talk about cash, we get that shit quick

We talk about guns, like Lanza we shoot 'em

Checking the Glock, the clip long like a ruler

Checking my pockets, they all fat like Budha

Look at my ice, they more cooler than a cooler, ayy

Bitch we've been chasing this guala

Get in our way, we 'gon knock out your collar

Just like some fire, we know we 'gon spark 'em

Bullets been flying, now he needin' a doctor

Flyin' the opps, we ride with them hittas

Riding with K's, no Khloe, no Kendall

You talkin' for days 'til we pull up in Kenya

Ain't talkin' no drank, just know we 'gon spit, aye

Ooh (Ooh)

I heard he want some smoke

I heard he want that choppa, play them choppas what we tote (Grrah)

Yeah you gonna die today, this shit, it ain't no joke (No joke)

Bitch don't go outside today, my hittas got Dracos (Bah, bah)

Talkin' down on my city, we 'gon have to go to war (War)

My hittas pull up 50 deep, we knockin' down your door (Door)

When we catch you lacking, know its time to extort (Grrah)

Pow-pow bitch (Pow!), blood all on your floor (Yeah)

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]

Memphis 10, bitch (Bitch)

Memphis 10, bitch (Bitch)

Kill a nigga, then I put his body in a ditch, yeah (The ditch)

We ridin' with them sticks (Them sticks)

We ridin' with them sticks, yeah (Yeah)

Pull up on a opp and I bet I won't miss (We ain't miss)

Choppa the man, Choppa the G.O.A.T

Hittin' the choppa, and hittin' your ho

Niggas say that they really want smoke

Roll 'em up, and then puff 'em like dope

Glock with the beam, Glock with the scope

Seven niggas. I shoot at the pope

If I ain't got it, then my nigga, he tote

Give it to him if my nigga say so

901 Part 2, 901 Part 2

'Lil bitch on my dick and she blowin' like a flute (A flute)

In Memphis with my troops (My troops), in Memphis with my troops (My troops)

I point a finger, and I swear to god they 'gon shoot (Damn KC)

[Chorus: White $osa & NLE Choppa]

901, Pt. 2, 901, Pt. 2 (Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot)

Yeah, you know we shoot, yeah, you know we shoot (Shoot, shoot, Yeah)

We ain't playing by the rules (No rules)

This my city, you go, poof (You go, poof)

901, Pt. 2, 901, Pt. 2 (Yeah)

901, Pt. 2, 901, Pt. 2 (Yeah)

Yeah, you know we shoot, yeah, you know we shoot (Shoot, shoot, shoot)

We ain't playing by the rules (No rules)

This my city, you go, poof (Go, poof)

901, Pt. 2 (Pt. 2), 901, Pt. 2 (Pt. 2), gang

[Outro: NLE Choppa]

Yeah gang, turn that ho up

(Damn, KC)