Beatbox Freestyle Choppa(feat. nle) (Explicit) - Eliite/NLE
Lyrics by：elite chopper
Composed by：elite chopper
Brrt come here
Ayy walk him down straight to the ground
We make sure that he don't get up
Call the reverend and his momma
Tell 'em
Come and pick him up
Come and pick him up
Smack you with this forty askin'
Is my Glizzy tucked
Only like it sloppy
She gon' beatbox when she suckin' me
Told her Bring a friend
If she ever think about ****in' me
Touchin' who
Touchin' me
To God where your a*s gon' be brrt
Leave him stuck and send him up
Like he ****in' with Cardi B
Park the car before we hit the street
I'm hoppin' out on feet
Get up close so I can see his teeth but
I'ma keep it brief
Asked if he remember me
Then introduced him to my heat
Off the block you followin' this car
Your whip be cream cheese
Ain't no bush to beat around ayy
You not duckin' on hundred rounds
Not duckin'
Whole hood been down
**** the count 'cause we just beat it down
Ain't gotta spin back around
Because my target hit the ground
Crossed that line you out of bounds
They gon' find you up in the crowd
Nappy-a*s dreadlocks black forces
Black socks
Make the Draco pop
It's louder than a boombox
Shoutout to OVO
This Drac' can make your bed rock
We beat them four and oh
Just check the score it say a lot
Ayy I'm in Miami she givin'
Me head on Ocean Drive while her n***a outside
Sucked me so good I thought that I died
But when I nutted I had came back alive
Skeet on her face it got in her eyes
Now she tellin' me she legally blind
Gave her a towel and told her she fine
She kept suckin' 'til she started cryin'
Point 'em out shoot 'em out
I spot him
I got him
He started runnin' so I caught him
Bag on his head I bought him
Told my shooter do everything that
I taught him
Let me know if it's a problem
Like a schoolboy I be super quick to solve it
Thinkin' my shooter retarded
He take a pill and then
Snort it right off of his forty
Snort it right off of his gun
Shot a hundred yeah
Then paid a hundred for his bond
Send a diss I won't respond no
Slam dunk a n***a like a n***a was LeBron
Leave a n***a where he stay
Same place that I met him I made him lay
Let a n***a come and play
He gon' tell his momma
Plan the funeral date
I got the power like Nelson Mandela
You need an umbrella whenever I spray
Leave him shitty like Nutella
He gon' need a Pamper if he survive this K
Me and my n***as we down for whatever
We step on whoever in retro J's retro J's
Bullet stick like a thorn call it Bella
Make him Cinderella if he betray *****
Ayy walk him down straight to the ground
We make sure that he don't get up
Call the reverend and his momma tell 'em
Come and pick him up
I'ma smack you with this forty askin'
Is my Glizzy tucked
