Sett, NLE Choppa - Cottonwood to South Vegas lyrics
Kaimon Carwell
NLE Choppa [Bryson Lashun Potts] Memphis, Tennessee. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Sett, NLE Choppa - Cottonwood to South Vegas lyrics]
(Ayy, Draco, how you do that?)
Uh, know what it is
You already know what it is, nigga, Big Fuck The Opps Crazy
Cottonwood to Tate
Yeah, nigga, Vegas to Cottonwood
Vegas (Co-murder, nigga)
Ayy, ayy (Whatever it's called now, bruh)
Nah, we ain't duckin' the switch, I ain't runnin' from shit, when it beat, man
You know how that go (Know how that go)
Uh, yeah, he got off a few times, caught him lackin', he can't do it no more (Can't do it no more)
Naw, beefin' with me 'bout the ho? Man, the whole gang was in her throat (In her throat)
Yeah, OJ da Juiceman, coupe mayo, I move like the Pope
Ooh, splatt, stunt on your ass
Nigga, I'ma kill him regardless (Regardless)
In the Yami with switches and boppas (Switches and boppas)
Young nigga timing, stolen V8 Chargеr
On murder with killers, go body for body
Shake shit down, should'vе went to county for a robbery
I ain't chase him, the bullets gon' catch him (Catch him)
Seven-two or a Five-seveN'll stretch him (Stretch him)
V12 engine, got caught in the striker (Caught in the striker)
Got caught in the jam, gun, knife him (Knife him)
From the back, shot him, piped him
Fuck all the opps, we one-night 'em (We one-night 'em)
Bitch, don't feel too entitled
After I hit ya, the gang'll strike ya (Gang gon' hit her)
Yeah, bitch, no, I can't wife you (Gotta quit her)
Shit-eater, know she triflin' (She triflin')
Two deep, me and Sett finna bend the curb (Brrt)
Fuck who? Make them niggas eat they words (Brrt)
G Herbo Glock, make a nigga swerve (Brrt)
Bro, stand down, 'cause I'm on the verge (On the verge)
Ayy, runnin' this shit like the president
Shell catcher catch the evidence
Bullets catch him, wet him, baptize him, we be blessin' shit (Mhm)
If he caught a body, we'll bless him in (Amen)
We don't do put-downs
Homie, go catch you a hat and bring it to big homie, that's me (Big homie)
Nigga, we handin' out hearses in the 3 (A hearse)
HDG, put niggas on tees (Hawk Down Gang)
Bang shit, nigga, Chief Keef
Lock him in the trunk, throw away the key (Throw the key away)
Hush him and wrap him, make sure he don't breathe (Hush him)
Ain't no takin' no pictures, ain't no RICO-ing me (Takin' no picture of me)
Uh, out in public, I'm speakin' (Speak)
Try me and ask a question, I'll tweak (I'ma tweak out)
Uh, NLE
Murder and love, Cottonwood to the 3 (Murder and love, nigga)
Dumb-ass ho asked how I'm at South Vegas if I'm from Memphis, Tennessee
Thirty deep in the 3, slidin' on shit from Cottonwood to Tate Street
Do it for Saint, yeah, Paul Walk-in' shit down on the backstreet
Better make it to surgery, chopper look like some nurse shit (Like a nurse or somethin')
Bullets get to flirtin', touch you up, it's perverted (Like a pervert or somethin')
Bag him like a Birkin, toe tag him like we purchase (Like we bought bruh)
Yeah, nigga, you know we put shit on Taz
We ain't callin' the apple, though, on nothin', nigga
On murder and love, nigga, headtap, te amo
Nigga, you was the man
No plans, nigga
We on murder
NLE, Top Shotta
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
These niggas traumatized, bruh
You know what I'm sayin'?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, know what it is
You already know what it is, nigga, Big Fuck The Opps Crazy
Cottonwood to Tate
Yeah, nigga, Vegas to Cottonwood
Vegas (Co-murder, nigga)
Ayy, ayy (Whatever it's called now, bruh)
Nah, we ain't duckin' the switch, I ain't runnin' from shit, when it beat, man
You know how that go (Know how that go)
Uh, yeah, he got off a few times, caught him lackin', he can't do it no more (Can't do it no more)
Naw, beefin' with me 'bout the ho? Man, the whole gang was in her throat (In her throat)
Yeah, OJ da Juiceman, coupe mayo, I move like the Pope
Ooh, splatt, stunt on your ass
Nigga, I'ma kill him regardless (Regardless)
In the Yami with switches and boppas (Switches and boppas)
Young nigga timing, stolen V8 Chargеr
On murder with killers, go body for body
Shake shit down, should'vе went to county for a robbery
I ain't chase him, the bullets gon' catch him (Catch him)
Seven-two or a Five-seveN'll stretch him (Stretch him)
V12 engine, got caught in the striker (Caught in the striker)
Got caught in the jam, gun, knife him (Knife him)
From the back, shot him, piped him
Fuck all the opps, we one-night 'em (We one-night 'em)
Bitch, don't feel too entitled
After I hit ya, the gang'll strike ya (Gang gon' hit her)
Yeah, bitch, no, I can't wife you (Gotta quit her)
Shit-eater, know she triflin' (She triflin')
Two deep, me and Sett finna bend the curb (Brrt)
Fuck who? Make them niggas eat they words (Brrt)
G Herbo Glock, make a nigga swerve (Brrt)
Bro, stand down, 'cause I'm on the verge (On the verge)
Ayy, runnin' this shit like the president
Shell catcher catch the evidence
Bullets catch him, wet him, baptize him, we be blessin' shit (Mhm)
If he caught a body, we'll bless him in (Amen)
We don't do put-downs
Homie, go catch you a hat and bring it to big homie, that's me (Big homie)
Nigga, we handin' out hearses in the 3 (A hearse)
HDG, put niggas on tees (Hawk Down Gang)
Bang shit, nigga, Chief Keef
Lock him in the trunk, throw away the key (Throw the key away)
Hush him and wrap him, make sure he don't breathe (Hush him)
Ain't no takin' no pictures, ain't no RICO-ing me (Takin' no picture of me)
Uh, out in public, I'm speakin' (Speak)
Try me and ask a question, I'll tweak (I'ma tweak out)
Uh, NLE
Murder and love, Cottonwood to the 3 (Murder and love, nigga)
Dumb-ass ho asked how I'm at South Vegas if I'm from Memphis, Tennessee
Thirty deep in the 3, slidin' on shit from Cottonwood to Tate Street
Do it for Saint, yeah, Paul Walk-in' shit down on the backstreet
Better make it to surgery, chopper look like some nurse shit (Like a nurse or somethin')
Bullets get to flirtin', touch you up, it's perverted (Like a pervert or somethin')
Bag him like a Birkin, toe tag him like we purchase (Like we bought bruh)
Yeah, nigga, you know we put shit on Taz
We ain't callin' the apple, though, on nothin', nigga
On murder and love, nigga, headtap, te amo
Nigga, you was the man
No plans, nigga
We on murder
NLE, Top Shotta
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
These niggas traumatized, bruh
You know what I'm sayin'?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh