Paroles de 'We See You' par NLE Choppa

Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Try to run from the sweets, we catch him (Come here)
Dumbass ain't make it too far
Whole lotta shots in the car (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
I shoot to the mall (Mall)
I didn't know how to shoot, I was learnin' (I was learnin')
Target practice was on their squad (Squad)
I was gone on a spiritual journey
Now, I'm back sendin' niggas to God
Give him more shots, he ain't had enough (Nope)
Only give head taps, so, he better duck (Duck)
Opp pack, roll him up, then take a puff (Puff)
He still be alive, you ain't gas him up (Up)
We don't shoot through doors, no way (No way)
Hit the window, for sure he [?]
Still hit a nigga block with a throwaway (Throwaway)
Catch him, beat him till the gun break (Gun break)

Leg shot, stanky leg, welcome to funky town
No aim (Mhm) when I spray
Why? Got a hundred round
Rich nigga with a bougie dick, yeah, I'm quick to turn a bad bitch down (Turn her down)
Back then, hoes didn't want me, Mike Jones, what about now?

Play pussy, then you fucked, okay (Okay)
Any minute, have shit my way (My way)
Stand on everything that I say (I say)
God can strike me here, today (Today)
Fresh as hell, might strike a pose
If they right, I'll suck her toes
Big dick made her ditch her Rolls
Fuck her till she pigeon-toed

Wait till we see you (Come here), walk 'em down (Do it)
Wait till we see you (Come here), walk 'em down (Do it)
Why would we miss you? It's a hundred round
Why would we miss you? It's a hundred round

I was just fuckin' a bitch, you was lovin' a bitch
I ain't cuffin' no bitch, I ain't trustin' no bitch
He ain't duckin' this switch, if I hit it, it glitch
I want him on the pit with a sack till it miss
I ain't runnin' from shit, in the mix like some grits
Need a new wig how I'm stiff on a bitch

Well, I talk about it, talk about it
Talk about it, talk about it

Ayy, swerve it, Hellcat, we [?]
'Cause we put niggas on jerseys (On jerseys)
She a BBL away from gettin' fucked
Got buns surgery (Surgery)
Don't come around when we thirty
'Bout to clean a nigga in a hurry (Hurry)
My lil' niggas hit you up off a few Skittles and a Perky (Damn)
These bitches know how I play (Play)
Ayy, fuck my ex, she dead (Dead)
Don't ask if one in the head (Ah, ah)
That's like askin' us, wasn't they dead? (What?)
Plug nigga, talkin' tough to a slug, hit him (Pow)
Bullets hit him, make love with him

Wait till we see you, walk 'em down
Wait till we see you, walk 'em down
Why would we miss you? It's a hundred round
Why would we miss you? It's a hundred round

Leg shot, stanky leg, welcome to funky town
No aim when I spray
Why? Got a hundred round
Rich nigga with a bougie dick, yeah, I'm quick to turn a bad bitch down
Back then, hoes didn't want me, Mike Jones, what about now?

Well, I talk about it, talk about it
Talk about it, talk about it