More songs by NLE Choppa
Description
Producer: Superstar O
Producer: Project X
Mixer, Recorded By: Aaron Mattes
Co- Producer: Ashilee Ashilee
Strings: Ashilee Ashilee
Co- Producer: Danielwsp
Co- Producer: DracoKid
Vocals: NLE Choppa
Masterer: Tiernan Cranny
Writer: Bryson Potts
Writer: Dameon Sean Hughes
Writer: Xavier Barrios
Writer: Raphael Udo III
Writer: Ashilee Roberts
Writer: Daniele Pirisi
Writer: Michael Jones
Writer: Paul Slayton
Writer: Stayve Thomas
Writer: Salih Williams
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ayy, them boys better get out this street 'cause they know how we play it
Check me, then I'm runnin' him down (runnin' him down)
I don't need a drop 'cause I know where he stay at
From a lil' bitch that was toppin' him down (yeah)
I got the juice like I'm Bishop, yo' bitch have the hiccups, I'm stabbin' my dick in her mouth
20-somethin' K when I crack me a smile, my grandma say, "Boy, you no longer a child"
C'mon, hit from the back, smack her booty, call me Trump, grab her coochie (coochie)
Dr. Miami did her boobies, thick as a Bible, hallelujah ('lujah)
Sluttin' her out, know how I do it, pussy be drippin' like car fluid (car fluid)
That ain't my bitch, tell her she blew it, I got that big head on a ho like Stewie (like Stewie)
If he get close, then I'm backin' him up, paid my sins for a min', now I don't give a fuck (brrt)
Took me a loss, now they addin' me up, you had counted me out, man, just keep it a buck
Straight on a nigga, not dappin' you up, if you reach for my hand, then we packin' you up (brrt)
I got a feelin', if I know it's somethin', you settin' me up, then we sendin' you up (brrt)
C'mon, reach for my chain, do what master used to do in them days
Whip 'em, flip 'em, air lift 'em, 'migo get 'em, Skippa Da Flippa
Shakin' him down, that boy a stripper (stripper), this is the life of a Grape Street Cripper
Keep on yo' pants, give me them grippers (grip, grip, grip)
If she suck dick good, I gotta tip her, she call me baba (baba)
She grippin' the sheets while I'm grippin' the chopper (c'mon)
Ain't trustin' no thot-thot (thot-thot), yeah, know she a opp, but her pussy aqua (c'mon)
If she send the drop, wait 'til they pop up, and then they get shot up (brrt)
Yeah, I know the plot (plot), but plot twist, I'ma shoot 'til it lock up (brrt)
Still tippin', water whippin', dash digit, go 250
Hm, talkin' down on me, tell them boys, "Get up with me"
They havin' secret smoke, bring it to light, niggas just said
Yeah, two C-Grape, I'm like Lil Baby (c'mon)
C-Grape to me like Ced, damn, they thought I lost it (I lost)
Them boys ranned off with my style, had to get a whole 'nother wave, now I'm back on it
Them boys pissed in the toilet, hmm, they ain't really even on shit
Same nigga said I wasn't this and that, I headshotted his homie (brrt)
Baow, another one, baow, another one, baow, I ain't know he was dead, but God did
My lil' nigga 15, he'll lay on yo' house, I call him the spot kid (spot kid)
I wanna get active, hmm, tired of speakin' on the work that I put in
So spin, spin, sp-, c'mon, spin, 'pin, spin, spin
Third gen, FN, evil twin, sin, sin, Perc' 10 with the fin
Hah-ooh, blow like wind, Ben 10, I changed, man
Fin, fin, fin, fin, thought I was done, but I did it again (brrt)
English translation
Ayy, them boys better get out this street 'cause they know how we play it
Check me, then I'm runnin' him down (runnin' him down)
I don't need a drop 'cause I know where he stay at
From a lil' bitch that was toppin' him down (yeah)
I got the juice like I'm Bishop, yo' bitch have the hiccups, I'm stabbin' my dick in her mouth
20-somethin' K when I crack me a smile, my grandma say, "Boy, you no longer a child"
C'mon, hit from the back, smack her booty, call me Trump, grab her coochie (coochie)
Dr. Miami did her boobies, thick as a Bible, hallelujah ('lujah)
Sluttin' her out, know how I do it, pussy be drippin' like car fluid (car fluid)
That ain't my bitch, tell her she blew it, I got that big head on a ho like Stewie (like Stewie)
If he get close, then I'm backin' him up, paid my sins for a min', now I don't give a fuck (brrt)
Took me a loss, now they addin' me up, you had counted me out, man, just keep it a buck
Straight on a nigga, not dappin' you up, if you reach for my hand, then we packin' you up (brrt)
I got a feelin', if I know it's somethin', you settin' me up, then we sendin' you up (brrt)
C'mon, reach for my chain, do what master used to do in them days
Whip 'em, flip 'em, air lift 'em, 'migo get 'em, Skippa Da Flippa
Shakin' him down, that boy a stripper (stripper), this is the life of a Grape Street Cripper
Keep on yo' pants, give me them grippers (grip, grip, grip)
If she suck dick good, I gotta tip her, she call me baba (baba)
She grippin' the sheets while I'm grippin' the chopper (c'mon)
Ain't trustin' no thot-thot (thot-thot), yeah, know she a opp, but her pussy aqua (c'mon)
If she send the drop, wait 'til they pop up, and then they get shot up (brrt)
Yeah, I know the plot (plot), but plot twist, I'ma shoot 'til it lock up (brrt)
Still tippin', water whippin', dash digit, go 250
Hm, talkin' down on me, tell them boys, "Get up with me"
They havin' secret smoke, bring it to light, niggas just said
Yeah, two C-Grape, I'm like Lil Baby (c'mon)
C-Grape to me like Ced, damn, they thought I lost it (I lost)
Them boys ranned off with my style, had to get a whole 'nother wave, now I'm back on it
Them boys pissed in the toilet, hmm, they ain't really even on shit
Same nigga said I wasn't this and that, I headshotted his homie (brrt)
Baow, another one, baow, another one, baow, I ain't know he was dead, but God did
My lil' nigga 15, he'll lay on yo' house, I call him the spot kid (spot kid)
I wanna get active, hmm, tired of speakin' on the work that I put in
So spin, spin, sp-, c'mon, spin, 'pin, spin, spin
Third gen, FN, evil twin, sin, sin, Perc' 10 with the fin
Hah-ooh, blow like wind, Ben 10, I changed, man
Fin, fin, fin, fin, thought I was done, but I did it again (brrt)