笨小笨Cottonwood to South Vegas (feat. NLE Choppa) (Explicit)歌词由Sett&NLE Choppa演唱，出自专辑《Life of a SlimeCrook (Explicit)》，下面是《Cottonwood to South Vegas (feat. NLE Choppa) (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Cottonwood to South Vegas (feat. NLE Choppa) (Explicit)歌词完整版
Cottonwood to South Vegas (feat. NLE Choppa) (Explicit) - Sett/NLE Choppa
Now he ain't duckin' his switch
I ain't runnin' from **** when it beat
Man you know how that go
Yeah he got off a few times
Caught him lackin' he can't do it no more
Beefin' with me bout to ho
Man the whole gang was in her throat
Yeah O.J. the juice man
Coupe mayo I move like the Pope
Ooh splat stunt on your word
Nigga I'm killin' with God
In the M.O. switchin' and boppin'
Y'all niggas timin' stolen V.H.R.
I'm murderin' with killers go body for body
Shake **** down ****'ll whip the cotton for a ride
I ain't chasin' the buzz gon' catch him
Step two off I said I'ma scratch him
B to the N's he got cards in the stripe
Got cards in the jam gun knife him
From the back shot him piped him
**** all the opps we one night him
***** don't feel too entitled
I thought I hit you the gang just strike you
***** no I can't wipe you
She eat her no she trippin'
Too deep man sat finna bend the curve
**** coupe make them niggas eat their words
G-Herbo Glock makin' niggas swerve
Mo' stand down cause I'm on the verge
I ain't runnin' this **** like the president shell catchin' catchin' evidence
Bullets catchin' wet I'm baptizin' we be blessin' ****
If he caught a body we'll bless him in
One dude put down a homie
Gon' catch you ahead and bring it to the homie that's neat
Niggas we handin' out Hearthstone III
ADG put niggas on T
Find **** niggas cheat key
Lock him in the trunk throw away the key
Hustlin' with Ralph make sure he don't breathe
Ain't no takin' no picture ain't no recon on me
Out in public I don't speak
Try me ask a question I'll tweet
NLE murderin' love Cottonwood to the three
Dumba*s ho ask how I'm in South Vegas if I'm from Memphis Tennessee
Thirty deep in the three
Slidin' on **** from Cottonwood to Tate Street
Do it for Saint yeah
Paul walkin' **** down on the back street
Make it to surgery
Chop up look like some nurse ****
Bullets get to flirtin'
Touch you up it's perverted
Bag him like a Birkin
Toe tag him like we purchased
Why we pushin' on Tate
We live in Connapolis Orlando
Murderin' love headshot hammer
You the man
No plans we don't murder
Try to shot him got a bun like Cotta
That's how I'm a God
You know what I'm sayin'
