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NLE Choppa – Citi Trends Lyrics
YNW BSlime, NLE Choppa
(Banger) Uh, hey Young New World he on the way Whoa, whoa, whoa (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) Ay, drip drop, big drip Droppin' when I'm steppin' in I remember being broke Used to shop at Citi Trends Keep a MAC-11 'round me Dumb head, it's gon' spin the Benz Keep tryna play with the gang That's how your story gon' end (said you gon' die, nigga) Ay, huh, wait, uh Tell 'em ol' boy is dead, slime on go Ay, go, hey Why they big mad at lil' bro? Oh, whoa, hey Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes Ay, no, hey No, don't need security, my dawg got poles Boy, stay in Gucci, man Might have to go Super Saiyan Run up on me, you get hit Couple shots to your brain Hop out with it Hop out, get it No Lil Pump got her screamin', "Esketit" My hitters got good aim Power up your nigga, man They giving out free smoke Come get this nicotine Oh, Lord Oh, Lord Scared to step out of the house Shots to his door Pistol packin', yeah, we heard all about it Sittin' heavy, yeah, we really really 'bout it Simon said, "Take out the opps" If you was really really 'bout it We keep a rock star vibe, that's a fact, yeah Hopped out, uh Gucci, Louis, Fendi bag, ay (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) Ay, drip drop, big drip Droppin' when I'm steppin' in I remember being broke Used to shop at Citi Trends Keep a MAC-11 'round me Dumb head, it's gon' spin the Benz Keep tryna play with the gang That's how your story gon' end (said you gon' die, nigga) Ay, huh, wait, uh Tell 'em ol' boy is dead, slime on go Ay, go, hey Why they big mad at lil' bro? Oh, whoa, hey Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes Ay, no, hey (NLE the top shotta) No, don't need security, my dawg got poles (ay) Don't need security because I'm securing me Don't think you hear me, ten on my earrings Niggas gon' mirror me, won't interfere on me Chain on purity, see the shit clearly Designer rockin', my five in my pocket I go for the score, and you niggas can't block it I'm comin' like Dragić, ballin' be my hobby Ay, stop all that talkin' and get you a body Before you get bodied Been had a body, charge me with the body Then, go beat the body Damn, that's a body, got calamari And had to tie this on my left and right Pull up in the Masi', in the back like Mozzy I pose with my posse, we slidin' like hockey Couple of females that pose in the lobby I walk past, and they screamin' out, "Papi" I set the trends, the city gon' cheer on me 'Posed to condemn me, but they gon' hear me We can't keep it friendly, niggas don't listen We drive on the ten speed, let out that twenty We pullin' out the last straight drop We poppin', poppin', poppin' You say, "What about the opps? They bodies droppin', droppin'" I mix the diamonds, on drip with the cheddar My chief speakin' different language like Rosetta I thought a nigga knew better You can't mix the glizzy and the choppas with the Beretta Say he a stepper, but I took his metal I'd rather go federal 'fore I go medical Mind over matter, my bars, they metaphors (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) I told the police that I'm just a regular Drip drop, big drip Droppin' when I'm steppin' in (when I'm steppin') I remember being broke (yeah, yeah) Used to shop at Citi Trends Keep a MAC-11 'round me Dumb head, it's gon' spin the Benz (Spin the Benz) Keep tryna play with the gang That's how your story gon' end (gon' end) Ay, huh, wait, uh Tell 'em ol' boy is dead, slime on go (slime on go) Ay, go, hey Why they big mad at lil' bro? (Lil' bro) Oh, whoa, hey Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes (designer clothes) Ay, no, hey No, don't need security, my dawg got poles (my dawg got poles)