NLE Choppa - Be About It lyrics

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NLE Choppa - Be About It lyrics

Intro] Ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 1] New feelings for the gang and I might cop a Bentley All the way, cream sequence, stars in the ceiling We was just plotting on the murders, now I’m seeing misery Foreign hoes on my dick, I think this b*tch Brazilian Exotic blunt, so I’m pimping when I hit my runt That shotty pump, I want it when my ni**a rob for one My ni**a, he’ll figure it out with this Tommy gun This ratchet got a drum and I scratched the serial number I put a period at the end of the sentence if you run on He ran off with the pack just like he [?] hit his temple I catch a body all black, then I go put Chanel on I’m real shiesty, cross him out, I knew that sh*t was dead wrong Shiesty ways, shiesty days, having shootouts on the e-way Bullets hit yo’ toupee, that’s if you give me road rage Knock his teeth out with this choppa, that’s a cold case Got a lot of top off from this model, she wear lingerie [Chorus] Ayy, ah, ah, better be about it ‘Cause my ni**as come and see about you I make your momma have to sleep without you I bet they live without you I bet they feelings die too [Verse 2] [?] show me coochie moo, she hit the booty doo I can’t give that hoe a dime, she tellin’ me her rent is due Play your ways, you want some money? Hit that block and go pursue You better sell that coochie boo, ’cause I ain’t got sh*t for you Back in the days I couldn’t afford the chain Now I got the icy thang I was eating rice cakes, now I got the [?] I’m in a crazy looking mind state I done seen a ni**a get [?] I’m in Memphis [?] some ni**as totin’ like they [?] Ay, I got aim inside this Range Rover I’m shooting sh*t just like my name [?] I cross him over like I’m [?] Caucasian shooting [?] I just walked the ni**a down up in the shipment, then I walked over I got demon vibes when I’m sober Plus I gotta keep on [?] 3D diamonds sitting on my neck, ain’t no squinting 100k, Audemars Piguet, ain’t no renting Ten on this fu*king Percocet, it got me lifting Poured a four up in this fu*king cup, it hurt my kidneys [Chorus] Ayy, ah, ah, better be about it ‘Cause my ni**as come and see about you I make your momma have to sleep without you I bet they live without you I bet they feelings die too