Chicago to Memphis Lyrics - NLE Choppa feat. G Herbo

Chicago to Memphis Lyrics – NLE Choppa feat. G Herbo

Chicago to Memphis Lyrics by NLE Choppa, G Herbo is the latest English song from the album “Me vs. Me”. Chicago to Memphis lyrics was written by TP808, Doc Playboi, Chosen 1, NLE Choppa & G Herbo while the song is produced by TP808, Doc Playboi & Chosen 1.

Chicago to Memphis Lyrics

Chicago to Memphis Song Details:

Song Chicago to Memphis
Album Me vs. Me
Singer NLE Choppa
Featuring G Herbo
Produce by TP808, Doc Playboi & Chosen 1
Lyricist TP808, Doc Playboi, Chosen 1, NLE Choppa & G Herbo

Chicago to Memphis Lyrics

This that shit that have you goin’ a hunnid on the e-way
Stop the car, let me out, I left him laying on the freeway
Got niggas shooting behind me after me like it’s a relay
Blow his candles out his candlelight, call it a murder b-day (Brr, brr)
Check the scoreboard
Nigga you can check the stats sheet
Run shit down like Sha’Carri in the track meet
Foot on him their necks

Put his noodles on concrete
Aye nigga
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 bodiеs on my dome nigga
Shot a nigga at fifteen, I never lookеd back since
Slam dunk a opp, my arm in the rim like I’m Vince
Purple bandana, purple, I feel purple rain like I’m Prince (Crip, crip, crip, crip, crip, crip)
I’m a money-making nigga, but I can’t go out like Mitch nigga (Brrt, brrt)

I bet them bullets change the subject
Why you stop suckin’ my dick, bitch you seen I ain’t nut yet
Niggas can talk all they want, I still ain’t been touched yet
Brodie tell me “chill”, he know I kill but, nigga fuck that (Nigga fuck that)
Cause if I don’t get ’em, they got me
If I don’t feel ’em, they bodied
Put thirty-three in them, Scottie, no Pippen
When bullets hit him, inject him
He feel ’em like penicillin
We put niggas past the ceiling, in the sky giving God a vision
Murder, murder
Killing, killing
Dirty .30 filled with sinnin’
For certain, I’m murkin’ a person thinking that I ain’t with it
Close the curtain, hospital visions
We flat lot of them bitches double back
Now that them niggas hit up his spine, now he Crippin’

Put his noodles on concrete
Aye nigga
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 nigga
Shot a nigga at fifteen, I never looked back since
Purple bandana, purple, I feel purple rain like I’m Prince (Crip, crip,crip,crip,crip,crip)
I’m a money-making nigga, but I can’t go out like Mitch nigga (Brrt, brrt)

[?] hot sauce
I’m a savage, gon’ take his block off
Let the Glock off, knock yo’ top off
Aye, watch him fly away
Hop out the whip, I had to fly away
[?]

Put his noodles on concrete
Aye nigga
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 nigga
Shot a nigga at fifteen, I never looked back since
Slam dunk a opp, my arm in the rim like I’m Vince
Purple bandana, purple, I feel purple rain like I’m Prince (Crip, crip,crip,crip,crip,crip)
I’m a money-making nigga, but I can’t go out like Mitch nigga

Spine now he Crippin’, nigga
Crip, nigga
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Like what man? I’ll drop ’em
Man, I’ll slaughter, nigga
These niggas know what we standin’ on

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