NLE Choppa - WE SEE YOU lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Try to run from the sweets, we catch him
Dumbass didn't ain't make it too far
Whole lotta shots in the car (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
I shoot ot the mall
I didn't know how to shoot, I was learnin'
Target practice was on their squad
I was gone on a spiritual journey
Now, I'm back sendin' niggas to God
Give him more shots, he ain't had enough
Only give head taps, so, he better duck
Opp pack, roll him up, then take a puff
He still be alive, you ain't gas him up
We don't shoot through doors, no way (No way)
Hit the window, for sure he [ _ ]
Still hit a nigga block with a throwaway
Catch him, beat him 'til the gun break

Leg shot, stanky leg, welcome to funky town
No aim (Mhm) when I spray
Why? Got a hundred round
Rich nigga with a bougie dick, yeah, I'm quick
To turn a bad bitch down (Turn her down)
Back then, hoes didn't want me, Mike Jones
What about now?

Play pussy, then fuck, okay
Any minute, have shit my way
Stand on everything that I say, okay
God can strike me here, today
Fresh as hell, might strike a pose
If they right, I'll suck her toes
Big dick made her ditch her Rolls
Fuck her 'til she pigeon-toed

Wait 'til we see you (Come here), walk 'em down
Wait 'til we see you (Come here), walk 'em down
Why would we miss you? It's a hundred round
Why would we miss you? It's a hundred round

I was just fuckin' a bitch, you was lovin' a bitch
I ain't cuffin' no bitch, I ain't trustin' no bitch
He ain't duckin' this switch, if I hit it, it glitch
I want him on the pit with a sack 'til it miss
I ain't runnin' from shit, in the mix like some grits
Need a new wig how Im stiff on a bitch

Well, I talk about it, talk about it
Talk about it, talk about it

Ayy, swerve it, Hellcat, we [ _ ]
'Cause we put niggas on jerseys
She a BBL away from gettin' fucked
Got buns surgery
Don't come around when we thirty
'Bout to clean a nigga in a hurry
My lil' niggas hit you up off
A few Skittles and a Perky (Damn)
This bitches know how I'm paid (Yeah)
Ayy, fuck my ex, she dead
Don't ask if one in the head
That's like askin' us, what's [ _ ]
Talkin' tough [ _ ]
Bullets hit him, make love with him

Wait 'til we see you (Come here), walk 'em down
Wait 'til we see you (Come here), walk 'em down
Why would we miss you? It's a hundred round
Why would we miss you? It's a hundred round

Leg shot, stanky leg, welcome to funky town
No aim (Mhm) when I spray
Why? Got a hundred round
Rich nigga with a bougie dick, yeah, I'm quick
To turn a bad bitch down (Turn her down)
Back then, hoes didn't want me, Mike Jones
What about now?

Well, I talk about it, talk about it
Talk about it, talk about it