Make It lyrics

by

NLE Choppa


[Intro]
Damn it, Franchise, you did it again
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it

[Verse 1]
Ayy, stuff the grams in the caddy we making it fat
Shoot that boy in the back, then I'm doubling back
b*tch I walk in the bank then I broke out the racks
Had to work on some trappin', the dope in my sack
Ayy, I shot at the father, he had him a daughter
They say that I'm hotter, I need me some water
Got in the drought, started drippin' and drowinin'
Keep yo' hands out the door so [?]
I told the police, I ain't doin' no talkin'
Put the pole in yo' face, get yo' b*tchass up off me
Cross him on a lick, you know that I'm saucy
My P up, send a hit 'cause I'm bossy
We trailing the car, he thought that he lost me
Caught that boy at the light, left his ass in a coffin
Ran from the cops, got the deputies on me
It's a whole lot of buzz in this resident home

[Chorus]
Ayy
Make that money, b*tch make it
Take that sack, n*gga take it
Whip that brick, n*gga bake it
We fried that n*gga like bacon
I just hopped in the cat, I'm racin'
I just grabbed me a mask, I'm Jason
Every toe got a tag, at Macy's
You a demon, I'm somethin' like Satan
Lil' n*gga better work that block
Lil' n*gga better send them shots
Hot head, don't get me hot
Leave him out dry, then he rot
So who want war with me?
Couple b*tches, one orgy
Yo' b*tches they ignoring me'
Now I got 'em horny
[Verse 2]
Ayy, trappin' on the boat, got the bowls on deck
Got a Percocet in and make me sweat
I ain't never been a rookie with the gun, I'm a vet
Sending shots at the n*gga, wait tell me where he at
Talk to my n*ggas, I'm known for the crashin'
I'ma put him in a casket since he be bashin'
Glock in the caddy while I ride in Cali
She got off the Molly, but her name was Sally
Beat a n*gga ass like I'm yo' daddy
Get a [?] like I'm [?]
What happened? He got hit with the gatty
His brother the sickest, his momma saddest
His sister [?]
[?] my di*k [?]
Drop a body then f*ck on the relatives
With this murder sh*t, I get competitive

[Chorus]
Ayy
Make that money, b*tch make it
Take that sack, n*gga take it
Whip that brick, n*gga bake it
We fried that n*gga like bacon
I just hopped in the cat, I'm racin'
I just grabbed me a mask, I'm Jason
Every toe got a tag, at Macy's
You a demon, I'm somethin' like Satan
Lil' n*gga better work that block
Lil' n*gga better send them shots
Hot head, don't get me hot
Leave him out dry, then he rot
So who want war with me?
Couple b*tches, one orgy
Yo' b*tches they ignoring me'
Now I got 'em horny
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