ฟังเพลงChicago to Memphis (feat. G Herbo) (Explicit)

Chicago to Memphis (feat. G Herbo) (Explicit) - NLE Choppa/G Herbo

Lyrics by：Bryson Potts/Elijah Gull/Gorelov Lev Aleksandrovich/Tiquon Pryor

N***a

F**k n***a f**k n***a f**k n***a

Run that back Playboi

Raise the murder rate

Anytime a n***a play we raise the murder rate

Broad day let thirty shots off and we skrrt away

Park the car don't drop off

I be frontline when it pop off

When it's crunch time make him hot sauce

Homicide gon' take his block off

Let the Glock off knock yo' top off

Ayy watch him fly away

Tryna stay up out them streets I had to fly away

Mama pray I'm too deep in the streets to stop I can't

Really rich I woke up thought to buy that watch I ain't

I bank at five banks

In my hood I'm hall of fame

I'm on that nine rate

Changed the game I showed my n***as how to play I got away

I got away

Still ain't put that fire away you wanna die

Just try today

My mind right I'm flying straight I prolly walk away

Plus I know you n***as h*es just act tough and talk away

Eighteen got sacked up and strapped up just off a play

And I ain't hiding I'm in LA I'm in a Lamb I'm in valet

Ayy switch out the tags and the VIN 'cause I wanna spin again

Couple shots in the FN the rest of 'em in his friend

Ain't enough money in this world that'll make me cross a friend

Ain't enough loyalty in the world for you to comprehend

Freaky b***h I beat her back until it bend and it break

Gave me head up in the Cat I put the police on the chase

Came in her mouth got away and still ain't ever hit the breaks

Asked her was she fine

She said her hair f**ked up but she okay

I'm as cutthroat as it get and I'm 'bout as grimy as a ho

Grimy as a ho

Glizzy gotta match my fit or I ain't steppin' out the door

Thirty shots it wasn't enough so I got fifty at the most

Scratch the serial up out this b***h now both of y'all are ghost

Brr brr brr

Get my jewelry from flawless Diamonds but my b***h go to Watkins

Go to Watkins

Might get a Urus on perfect timing just to say I bought it

N***as weird they sneak dissin' on me and downright I caught it

A couple weeks later we had his momma picking coffins

This that s**t that have you going a hunnid on the E-way

Stop the car and let me out I left him layin' on the freeway

Got n***as shooting behind and after me like its a relay

Blow his candles out his candlelight call it a murder B-day

Brrrr

F**k the scoreboard n***a you could check the stat sheet

Run s**t down like Sha'Carri in the track meet

Put him in the backseat then kill him on the backstreet

Two shooters the tag team his noodles on concrete n***a

Business is what we standing on

Bullets hit his back tell him to show it off like it's VLONE

Few things I don't play about money and respect and my drones

You see me might play around but I got bodies on my dome

Shot a n***a at fifteen I never looked back since

Slam dunk a opp my arm in the rim like I'm Vince

Purple bandanna purple outfit purple rain like I'm Prince

Crip crip crip crip crip crip

I'm a money makin' n***a but I can't go out like Mitch

Brrr brrr brrr

I bet them bullets change his subject

Why you stop sucking my d**k

B***h you seen I ain't nut yet

N***as can talk all they want I still ain't been touched yet

Brodie tell me chill he know I kill but n***a f**k that

N***a f**k that

Cause if I don't get him they got me

Brrt

If I don't feel them they body

Brrt

Put 33 in them Scottie no Pippen

Brrt

Them bullets hit him inject him he feel 'em like penicillin

We put n***as pass the ceiling in the sky giving God a visit

Murder murder killing killing

Dirty 30 filled with sinnin'

For certain I'm murkin' a person thinking that I ain't with it

I ain't with it

Close the curtain hospital visions

We flatlinin' them b***hes double back

Now that them n***as hit up his spine now he Crippin'

Brrr

Spine now he Crippin' n***a

Crip n***a

NLE the Top Shotta

Shotta

Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

Al-Qaeda

Like what man

I'll drop 'em

Man I'll slide n***a

Man I'll slide