Taliban (Explicit)

Taliban (Explicit) - NLE Choppa

Lyrics by：Bryson Potts/Mikul Thomas/Ryan O’Neill/Thomas Horton

Pipe that s**t up TnT

Brr

N***as better not

N***as better not pop out for real

Brr ayy ayy

My brodie got a lick he say

He tryna bring 'bout forty back

Forty packs and forty racks 40 cal and a MAC

Box him up Apple Jacks rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat

In the Scat' caught him lackin' windows crackin' tires flat

I said we ain't come here

For nothin' n***a we want it all

Jewelry on you know that I'm stuntin' n***a we love to ball

Never duckin' opps if I'm inside I'm duckin' federals

Stopped takin' Percocets 'cause I don't wanna slip on fentanyl

Ayy pop him drop him I got 'bout twenty on God

Ayy spot him watch him look one more time I'll spark

Ain't no trustin' us we bustin' stuff

Like we play for the Warriors

What you is n***a what you bangin'

You say you that then throw it up

Suck the gang she throwin' up

Now shе sayin' she don't know us ayy

New hoes comin' through wе goin' up n***a f**k her

Drugged up my face mugged up he say I'm tough tough

Movin' with killers we don't say s**t we let them guns bust

Even though I had talent I was still out committing robberies

My past keep on following me

You know I acknowledge greed

Good deed bad deed we gon'

Do that s**t if we in need

Bad b***h with bowed legs for me I think she Cherokee

See how we comin'

We Taliban *** paraphernalia and the contraband

They say they can smell us still

Let me board then I landed

Better treat me like Osama in this b***h but

We ain't stabbin' bullets gettin' to clappin'

First n***a play he gon' lay ayy ayy ayy

This a hooligan she raisin' ayy bay-bay-bay

Wraith that's my taste

I ain't tryna drive no straight-eight

Left a nut on her face goodness

Sake it look like a cake

Look fast hit slow smokin' d**e lean out the bottle

F**kin' on a model I DM'd her I ain't have to follow

Never trust a ho I put my faith into these f**kin' hollows

Come here barrel to the face blow his brains out him

He out of bounds I had to foul him ref throw

In the towel come here

The crowd goin' wild big man

On the block Pau Gasol come here

And round for round pound for pound you can't last clown

You must ain't heard about that last n***a we bugged out

My brodie got a lick he say

He tryna bring 'bout forty back

Forty packs and forty racks 40 cal and a MAC

Box him up Apple Jacks rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat

In the Scat' caught him lackin' windows crackin' tires flat

I said we ain't come here

For nothin' n***a we want it all

Jewelry on you know that I'm stuntin' n***a we love to ball

Never duckin' opps if I'm inside I'm duckin' federals

Stopped takin' Percocets 'cause I don't wanna slip on fentanyl

See how we comin'

We Taliban *** paraphernalia and the contraband

They say they can smell us still

Let me board then I landed

Better treat me like Osama in this b***h but

We ain't stabbin' bullets gettin' to clappin'

N***a we ain't stabbin' bullets get to clappin'

We ain't totin' machetes

We'll send you to Heaven we be steppin'

We steppin' steppin' steppin' right in front the reverend Brr

NLE the Top Shotta bombs like Al-Qaeda