Unapologetic (with NLE Choppa)

Lyrics

Uh-uh, uh, mm
 Uh-uh, mm-mm-mm-mm (Southside on the track, yeah)
 Uh, uh, uh
 Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons
 Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic
 My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it
 Hell, nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend
 I was taught to drop an opp before I go and drop a diss (drop a diss)
 Won't apologize about that lick, tell him come get his shit (come get yo' shit)
 Brand-new bitch with brand-new tits, her ass thicker than Jiffy mix
 Don't fuck with no set-up, bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (brrt, brrt-brrt)
 Pass the Glock, a give and go, shoot it with me when I blow
 At your top, we hit your throat, I call that hangin' from a rope
 Niggas know how I be gettin' too wicked, two titties on semis
 My glizzies got jimmies, no jammin', knock the jelly out biscuits (brrt-b-brrt)
 Boy, you got me fucked up (you got me fucked up)
 Bitch, you know you lucked up (you know you lucked up)
 Caught him out in traffic, hit the car, but he duck, duck (come here, boy)
 A goose better get loose (brrt)
 Shooters comin' after you, and all of your troops (all of your troops)
 What you gonna do when this fire get to lettin' loose?
 (When that thing get to lettin' loose, brrt)
 Lock him in the trunk (in the trunk)
 Take the emergency exit off, so he can't run (ayy, he can't run from us)
 Doin' donuts, havin' fun (ayy, havin' fun)
 This his last ride before he meet my fuckin' gun, nigga (come here, come here, brrt!)
 Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons
 Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic
 My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it
 Hell, nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend
 I was taught to drop an opp before I go and drop a diss (drop a diss)
 Won't apologize about that lick, tell him come get his shit (come get yo' shit)
 Brand-new bitch with brand-new tits, her ass thicker than Jiffy mix
 Don't fuck with no set-up, bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (uh-uh) (brrt)
 Dracos, we'll dump him, slump him like he sippin' purple lean
 Broski shoot your man's all in his shit to get his hurt redeemed
 Knock him off for snitchin', better act like you ain't heard a thing
 Better pray you miss that FaceTime when that burner ring
 Body bag, zip him up, it's a murder scene
 Left him with a tag like he tryna show his Purple jeans
 Deep textin' and decoys to the hood, we servin' certain fiends
 I know the feds listenin', tryna figure out what my verses mean
 Out the window, dreads shakin', trappin', duckin' fed cases
 Dough boy, I was bread chasin', pocket full of dead faces
 I'm best friends with Ben Franklin, Addies got my head racin'
 Problems got me med takin', models in my bed naked
 Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons
 Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic
 My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it
 Hell, nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend
 I was taught to drop an opp before I go and drop a diss (drop a diss)
 Won't apologize about that lick, tell him come get his shit (come get yo' shit)
 Brand-new bitch with brand-new tits, her ass thicker than Jiffy mix
 Don't fuck with no set-up, bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (brrt, brrt)
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:48
Key
5
Tempo
160 BPM

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