Songtext We see you Nle Choppa

We see you

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?