Untold (Explicit) - NLE Choppa

Lyrics by：Bryson Potts/Alex Petit

Cash money AP

NLE choppa choppa choppa

NLE NLE NLE

Top shotta s**t

Top shotta s**t pyroman

Don dada yeah yeah don dada

Ayy yeah yeah

Her p***y is wet like the water the water

She call me a jet ski a jet ski

She say that I'm fine she say that I'm sexy

She wanna sex me she wanna f**k

Back then I was broke they called me a joke

And they wouldn't text me they wouldn't text me nah

Now she digestin' my kids like it was ecstasy

B***h I got it out the mud like

I'm lil baby out the mud

And I got a lot of bodies like I was a rapist

If 12 pull me over I'ma try to race 'em

If he got a lot of bricks I'ma try to snake him

Kill a n***a put his body in the trunk trunk

Meditated with my gun like a monk like a monk

Murder on my mind screamin' redrum

Open up your mouth when I'm finna cum

B***h I'm ballin' every season

Call me Roddy

Made an oath to my gang that I won't ever switch

I cut down my grass 'cause I can hear the hiss

My Glock on my hip and it's pokin' out my 'fit

I just copped another sprinter

It is not a rental

B***h I'm eatin' percocets like a chicken tender

Gave a b***h the wood then she caught a splinter

Rockin' Moncler in the fall and the Winter

B***h get up off me I already nutted

You see the doorknob b***h you better touch it b***h

They say that I'm crazy my gun I'm clutchin'

The way I grew up man a n***a was rugged

You open your legs but I want you to suck it

Call a n***a MC 'cause you better not touch me

Lay a finger on this chain

I'm uppin' my thang and knockin' your muffin

Diamond on my neck AP on my wrist

Red dot on my stick when I up don't miss

Old dumb a*s ho tried to give me a kiss

Smack a b***h in the face tell her suck this dick

So many Percs b***h I'm too d**n high

I was so d**n high that I thought that I died

My b***h she a rider like Bonnie and Clyde

One day swear to God I'ma make her a bride

Clutchin' my metal I'm clutchin' my stick

If you run up on me you get hit with this b***h

Got an AR 15 and it might overheat

So a n***a just bought another coolant kit

I'm a big dawg up in the game

You a poodle I'm a great dane mixed with a pit'

And I'm on some Osama Bin Laden

S**t 'cause a n***a finna tick

Glock on my hip so I limp when I walk

She got my dick on her breath every time she talk

You would think I got AIDS 'cause a n***a too raw

God made me perfect I ain't got no flaws

Your sack get took b***h I got your bricks

Got a long a*s stick like

I'm blind in this b***h

If you playin' hide and seek we gon' find that b***h

F**k a 30 cal'

I got a nine in this b***h

Call a n***a big snoop 'cause a young n***a crippin'

And if I catch him slippin'

Then he come up missin'

I'ma shoot up his house

He gon' die while he s**ttin'

Shoot that boy in the head

He ain't doin' no healin' yeah

NLE b***h

Top shotta n***a

Know what the f**k goin' on

At the kinda

Cash money AP what up with it n***a

B***h a*s n***a ho a*s n***a

Love you n***a

Grape

Top a n**ga

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