Letra de We See You - NLE Choppa

Yeah, yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Try to run from the switch, we catch him (Come here), dumbass ain't make it too far

Whole lot of shots in the car

Brrt, brrt, brrt, I shoot 'til tomorrow (Tomorrow)

I didn't know how to shoot, I was learnin' (I was learnin'), target practice was on they 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'll 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 DOA (He DOA)

Still hit a nigga block with a throwaway (Throwaway)

Catch him, beat him 'til the gun break (Gun break)

Leg shot, stanky leg, welcome to funky town

No aim (Mmm) when I spray (Mmm), why? Got a hundred round (Hundred)

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, havin' 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

Good dick made her ditch her Rolls

Fuck her 'til she pigeon-toed

Wait 'til we see you (Come here), walk 'em down (Do it)

Wait 'til 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 'til 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

Ayy, swerve it, Hellcat, we curve the curbing

'Cause we put niggas on jerseys (On jerseys)

She a BBL away from gettin' fucked, got buns surgery (Surgery)

Don't come around, we dirty

But'll clean a nigga in a hurry (Hurry)

My lil' nigga send you up (Up) off a few Skittles and a Perky (Damn)

These bitches know how I play it (Play it)

Ayy, fuck my ex, she dead (Dead)

Don't ask if one in the head (Huh?)

That's like askin', "Is what's-his-name dead?" (What?)

Duh, nigga

Talkin' tough 'til a slug hit him (Baow)

Bullets hit him, make love with him

Wait 'til we see you, walk 'em down

Wait 'til 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?

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