NLE Choppa – Stompin

NLE Choppa – Stompin Yard Mp3 & Mp4 Download

A Talented singer and writer, NLE Choppa has released a brand new storming song titled “Stompin”, as a music lover & Fan NLE Choppa – Stompin is a storming and amazing kind of track to add to your music playlist. Download and enjoy it.

American Singer NLE Choppa – Stompin releases his song directly on his youtub. If you’re NLE Choppa – Stompin fan as well, you just missed alot (or maybe you didn’t!). He releases a song recently as well as you may know. As a part of his trending musics world wide.

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NLE Choppa – Stompin Lyrics:

[Intro]
TKO, got that boy screamin’
Yeah you know what the fuck goin’ on
Big Dracs’
Ayy

[Chorus]
Foot on they necks I be stompin’ on niggas
Ain’t wearing no vest I ain’t duckin’ no niggas
Ain’t runnin’ from triggers
I look down the barrel tell em’ pull it since he think he really a killer
Hit ain’t like that ’til he pop him a jigga
I see through these bitches like Snapchat filters (Brr, brr)
If I miss a target, must’ve been dreamin’
I never miss a shot when I’m tryin’ to sic ’em
Born with this aim since I came out my mother
I’m CJ McCollum when it hit the buzzer
You can ask my brother how niggas turned into a Gusher when I up thе Drac’ then I bust ’em
My nigga say, “Fuck ’em”, so you know it’s fuck ‘еm
I fucked him over then fucked on his lover
I didn’t use a rubber, she gotta feel when I cut her
Say she love when I slut her, but I need never cuff her

[Verse 1]
Nigga, nope
Fly like Peter Pan
Bitch you know I’ve been a man
All black Batman with my niggas robbin’
Gun got a wingspan, lay em’ down like he on a bean bag
Shoot the whole crew where his team at
Took em’ out the loop when I shoot in a coupe with a deuce deuce
Let is loose at your door, mailman
Finger fucked the K, I seduce, better duck like a goose
When I’m out the roof shoot like a mad man
Say he caught a half where the body at?
When you find that, motherfucker call me back
Few attempts on my belt, I ain’t proud of that
It was somethin’ tellin’ me to double back
And I been had a body, we been beatin’ those
Tell em’ free Tevo this shit TKO and you know how that go
Me and my brother we murdership goals

[Chorus]
Foot on they necks I be stompin’ on niggas
Ain’t wearing no vest I ain’t duckin’ no niggas
Ain’t runnin’ from triggers
I look down the barrel tell em’ pull it since he think he really a killer
Hit ain’t like that ’til he pop him a jigga
I see through these bitches like Snapchat filters
If I miss a target, must’ve been dreamin’
I never miss a shot when I’m tryin’ to sic ’em
Born with this aim since I came out my mother
I’m CJ McCollum when it hit the buzzer
You can ask my brother how niggas turned into a Gusher when I up the Drac’ then I bust ’em
My nigga say, “Fuck ’em”, so you know it’s fuck ’em
I fucked him over then fucked on his lover
I didn’t use a rubber, she gotta feel when I cut her
Say she love when I slut her, but I need never cuff her

[Verse 2]
Never cuff her, never wife her, the only thing she get is pipe
Told her that we gotta a date today, but she getting dick tonight
Know it ain’t right
She tellin’ me she need me in her life, but I’m with her friend, shiesty
Catching me without my pipe, unlikely
Have you ever seen Mike without Ike?
Turned it up a notch, now I’ve been getting global
Bitches on my crotch, overseas and local
Take a seat and watch me, never lose yo’ focus
Told bro to spot me, too much weight I’m loadin’
Which one you boys the boldest?
Reach for this charm, you die while you posin’
Reach for this chain, you die in that motion
Leave him stuck, hypnosis
Took the pride he was holding
Yeah, yeah livin’ the life that these rappers be rappin’ ’bout
Let’s take a lie detector, see who cappin’ now
Graduated from the streets with a cap and gown
First degree on my body count
Ayy, how many we popped? Get a headcount
Made bro recount, get the right amount
Last nigga he ratted, he dead now

[Chorus]
Foot on they necks I be stompin’ on niggas
Ain’t wearing no vest I ain’t duckin’ no niggas
Ain’t runnin’ from triggers
I look down the barrel tell em’ pull it since he think he really a killer
Hit ain’t like that ’til he pop him a jigga
I see through these bitches like Snapchat filters
If I miss a target, must’ve been dreamin’
I never miss a shot when I’m tryin’ to sic ’em
Born with this aim since I came out my mother
I’m CJ McCollum when it hit the buzzer
You can ask my brother how niggas turned into a Gusher when I up the Drac’ then I bust ’em
My nigga say, “Fuck ’em”, so you know it’s fuck ’em
I fucked him over then fucked on his lover
I didn’t use a rubber, she gotta feel when I cut her
Say she love when I slut her, but I need never cuff her

[Outro]
I never cuff her
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

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