Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neighborhood Watch, artist - NLE Choppa. Album song Top Shotta, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NLE Choppa Entertainment
Song language: English
Neighborhood Watch |
It ain’t what I thought it would be |
I told them niggas stop talkin' to me |
Do walk-ups |
And then we stand over him and knock his top off |
Knock his top off, knock his block off (Ayy) |
Stand over him and knock his top off |
They know how we comin', they know we spinnin', they know how this shit get |
On Grape, check the news |
Ayy, ayy, ayy |
Bitch, I’m rollin' an opp and I’m sippin' on Wock' (Ayy) |
And she givin' me top while I’m clutchin' the Glock |
AR chop |
Didn’t have a good look at him, but a nigga still took that shot |
Put one in the head |
I smacked him with the pistol, left his forehead with a knot |
Ride for my dawgs like bike pegs |
Try to run, then both legs get shot |
Stretch me a 'bow and then stretch me a ho |
And then stretch me a opp right at the show |
Few niggas came around me got popped |
Them niggas wasn’t alright with the G.O.A.T. |
Purple rags on the boat with my ho |
Few bitches pullin' up for the loads |
Exotic boat, it can go for the low |
I told him three racks for this smoke |
Glock in his face, I’ma see where his savage at |
Shootin' at who? |
Bitch, you know we ain’t havin' that |
Shot at the opp, made that bitch hit the cabbage patch |
Gave him a vowel, his clip started emptyin' |
I’m in Sin City, I’m sinnin' with Silla |
We flippin' them bitches, just me and my killers |
Mama and daughter, they facin' the pillows |
She suckin' my dick while she callin' her nigga |
Gave him twenty, but he did it for free |
Better come correct, you comin' for me |
We droppin' bodies every day of the week |
DOA, cold case, deceased |
Heard that diss, but we gon' see |
Leave no evidence, OCD |
I’ma get caught if the camera see me |
'Cause I’m bare face, no mask when me meet (Ayy, ayy) |
Got the neighborhood watch on the corner (Ayy, on the corner) |
Got the neighborhood smokin' marijuana (Smokin' marijuana) |
I got the neighborhood watchin' for the Dada (Watching for the Dada) |
But little do they know that I’m the one that’s gunnin' (That I’m the one |
that’s gunnin') |
On the low, I’m the one that be causin' violence (Causin' violence) |
I be silent on it, but I keep on smilin' (Keep on smilin') |
What they don’t know is that lil' nigga got bodies (Got bodies) |
Any problem, he gon' solve it with that rocket |
Ayy, high as a bitch, I ain’t know where to land |
So I landed in coochie with her and her friend |
Wanted a Birkin, I gave her a Gucci instead |
Brodie, he went out and caught him a body |
He told me he need him a Xan', man |
Retaliation, that’s a must |
You bust at us, then you know you a dead man |
Nigga ain’t spinned on me |
Nigga ain’t even got that much nuts |
Would’ve got shot in the head, but he ducked |
If I miss a shot, then I go make it up |
Catch him on the rebound, hundred round go |
Mama say stop, (Brrr) but the bullets, they blow |
I shoot too much, my fingers sore |
Big red dot on the nose for a bozo |
Got the neighborhood watch on the corner (Ayy, on the corner) |
Got the neighborhood smokin' marijuana (Smokin' marijuana) |
I got the neighborhood watchin' for the Dada (Watching for the Dada) |
But little do they know that I’m the one that’s gunnin' (That I’m the one |
that’s gunnin') |
On the low, I’m the one that be causin' violence (Causin' violence) |
I be silent on it, but I keep on smilin' (Keep on smilin') |
What they don’t know is that lil' nigga got bodies (Got bodies) |
Any problem, he gon' solve it with that rocket |
Nigga |
Fuck you mean, nigga? |
Them niggas know how we be comin', TKO |
They know the score, five and oh, we winnin', though |
Catch a body, then repent it, ho |
Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt |
Get down |
Brrt, brrt, brrt |
Get down |
Brrt, brrt, brrt |
Get down, the whole round |
Brrt, brrt |