Done (Explicit)

Done (Explicit) - NLE Choppa

Lyrics by：Bryson Potts/Dennis Killian/Milan Modi/Thomas Horton

Pipe that s**t up TNT

Mmm

NLE top bombs like Al-Qaeda

Yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Mmmm

Yeah yeah

Brrt

Brrt

Brrt

Hahaha

Ayy done with the pills

I threw away the roxys

I threw away the roxys

Done with the bulls**t

I don't need nobody

I might just post up with a full

Clip right in front the projects

I seen a murder 'fore it happen

I'm a murder prophet

I'm sittin' chillin' smokin' makin' a killin'

Tryna make sure that they listen but

I don't think that they hearin' eyes tearin'

I'm not God fearing

I just hope that God steering

Devil interfering but this glizzy in amiris

They won't kill me they won't drill me won't peel me

Sincerely from a n***a with no pity

No biggie

Killers killin' without it with me no mickey

It ain't no mouses that's runnin' with me

They say bryson trippin'

Say he changin' he actin' different

Know it's really fiction

So I'm changin' my chapter with you

Might get in my feelings reminiscin'

'Bout past dealings past dealings

Meditating infatuated with peace and real healin'

Drug dealin' real killin'

We already witnessed it

New deal for a few mil'

They askin' how I'm feelin'

Don't feel real couple M's she lovin' how I live

This s**t unreal these hoes

They f**kin'

I wish that I could get time back

Man I gotta rewind that

Lotta s**t it set me back

It knocked me off the wrong path

Thuggin' check my rough draft

Give your a*s a bloodbath

We don't even play fair

You come here you lay here

Hard workin' young n***a

They don't understand I'm tired though

Bro like what you tired for

You 'posed to be alive bro

Lotta s**t done came to light

I was lookin' through blindfolds

Livin' in the lies like we trapped up in a cycle

Tryna be rich like them white folks

My third eye woke

Think I want a white ghost

Matte black or painted purple

Green and blue cheese geico

Blue mike and ikes ho

Off white in the sunlight

Can't forget the nikes though

Livin' on a tightrope

I'm balancin' survival

Through the concrete grew a bright rose

I'm on the right road

Potholes we dodge those

In foreign whips not tahoes

I'm in a 'rari 'rari go

Calamari for the dish

While she give me deep throat

Let me know

'Rari 'rari go

In the car with this chopper and it came with a scope

They like

That's that boy from shotta flow

Ayy done with the pills

I threw away the roxys

Done with the bulls**t I don't need nobody

I might just post up with

A full clip right in front the projects

I seen a murder 'fore it happen

I'm a murder prophet

I'm sittin' chillin' smokin' makin' a killin'

Tryna make sure that they listen

But I don't think that they hearin'

Eyes tearin'

I'm not God fearing I just hope that God steering

Devil interfering but this glizzy in amiris