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Lyrics: NLE Choppa – Let Em Know

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[Intro]
You know how we be comin’ behind this murder shit
You know how we comin’ behind on some gang shit
(Red dead, I’m so fuckin’ bumpin’, bro)
Crip, NLE
Brrt, ayy

[Chorus]
Nigga thought I was a bitch, so you know I let ’em know (I let ’em know)
I’m head huncho of the gang, so you know I’m general (I’m head huncho)
You not a gangster, got to bitchin’ when the judge sentence you (Yeh, yeh, yeh)
You sent some shots and got to missin’, boy, you know we bulletproof (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
We gettin’ the ‘bows and come out the water (And come out the water)
Been wipin’ my drip, I feel like the cars (I feel like the cars)
Put the dirt on my name, I just go harder (Go harder)
Got hit with this stick, he need a doctor (He need a doctor)
If he get the pack, then you know I’ma stretch him
I shot at the head, but the bullet hit neck (Ayy)
And I’m pullin’ this trigger, I get too aggressive (Ayy)
And all of your niggas, they fold under pressure (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Don’t want that bitch, she not my type (She not my type)
She want my dick, I hit one night (One night)
I put it in, it grip me tight
She call me papi, that I like
Glock in the cut, it’s under the pillow (It’s under the pillow)
Bitch, I see him, I swear I’ma drill him (Brrt)
Show no cap, I was raised by killers (Brrt)
Up the pole and smoke, confront my nigga (Brrt, brrt)
You know how we get in, you know he get knocked back, nigga
You just met with the Glock and put it on top back, nigga
It’s first-degree murder, we don’t do assault, my nigga
Left that boy in the scene, caution tape, white chalk that nigga
This shit can get deadly, tell that nigga that I said it
We leavin’ niggas in the paramedics
Ayy, Fruit Ninja, choppa pop yo’ melons
And I’m shootin’ shit like I’m J.J. Redick
[Chorus]
Nigga thought I was a bitch, so you know I let ’em know (I let ’em know)
I’m head huncho of the gang, so you know I’m general (I’m general)
You not a gangster, got to bitchin’ when the judge sentence you (When the judge sentence you)
You sent some shots and got to missin’, boy, you know we bulletproof (Boy, you know we bulletproof)
We gettin’ the ‘bows and come out the water (And come out the water)
Been wipin’ my drip, I feel like the cars (I feel like the cars)
Put the dirt on my name, I just go harder (I just go harder)
Got hit with this stick, he need a doctor (He need a doctor)
If he get the pack, you know I’ma stretch him (Head huncho)
I shot at the head, but the bullet hit neck (Uh-huh)
And I’m pullin’ this trigger, I get too aggressive
And all of your niggas, they fold under pressure

[Verse 2]
(Put me in), oh, you can get punched out (Ayy)
Niggas know what these guns ’bout
I was thuggin’ hard on a lower level
See me up now and I feel better (Yeah)
Kill one then my trap on lock
Pockets on swole, they look like knots (Yeah)
She play with her nose, snot-not-not
Hit it from the back, go, baow-baow-baow
The beat start changin’, bangin’ retarded (Huh)
I think about murder, this shit now I’m harvestin’ (Ayy)
I said what I meant, I don’t say no sorry (Yeah)
My feelings and pride, it’s my priority (Yeah)
Ran off on a nigga, I don’t give a fuck (I don’t give a fuck, nigga)
Slit homie’s throat, but we do it in public (We do it in public, nigga)
Police talkin’ then you gave ’em a subject (Ayy)
I sat in the room, I didn’t say nothin’

[Chorus]
Nigga thought I was a bitch, so you know I let ’em know (I let ’em know)
I’m head huncho of the gang, so you know I’m general (I’m general)
You not a gangster, got to bitchin’ when the judge sentence you (When the judge sentence you)
You sent some shots and got to missin’, boy, you know we bulletproof (Boy, you know we bulletproof)
We gettin’ the ‘bows and come out the water (And come out the water)
Been wipin’ my drip, I feel like the cars (I feel like the cars)
Put the dirt on my name, I just go harder (I just go harder)
Got hit with this stick, he need a doctor (He need a doctor)
If he get the pack, you know I’ma stretch him (Head huncho)
I shot at the head, but the bullet hit neck (Uh-huh)
And I’m pullin’ this trigger, I get too aggressive
And all of your niggas, they fold under pressure

[Outro]
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Brrt, ayy, brrt, ayy
Hmm, hmm
Ra-ta-tat
Ra-ta-tat, brrt, ayy
Ra-ta-tat, brrt, ayy
Know we gon’ slash that nigga (Nigga)
Nigga, what?

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