Taliban
کاور آهنگ Taliban از NLE Choppa

Taliban

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Brr

Niggas better not

NIggas 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', nigga, we want it all

Jewelry on, you know that I'm stuntin', nigga, 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, nigga? 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, nigga, fuck her (yeah)

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

Movin' with killers, we don't say shit, 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 shit if we in need

Bad bitch with bowed legs for me, I think she Cherokee

See how we comin'

We Taliban drugs, paraphernalia and the contraband

They say they can smell us, still let me board, then I landed

Better treat me like Osama in this bitch, but we ain't stabbin'

Bullets gettin' to clappin'

First nigga 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' dope, lean out the bottle

Fuckin' on a model, I DM'd her, I ain't have to follow

Never trust a ho, I put my faith into these fuckin' 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 nigga 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', nigga, we want it all

Jewelry on, you know that I'm stuntin', nigga, 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 drugs, paraphernalia and the contraband

They say they can smell us, still let me board, then I landed

Better treat me like Osama in this bitch

But we ain't stabbin', bullets gettin' to clappin'

Nigga, 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