556 (Green Tip) [Remix] lyrics

by

NLE Choppa


[Intro: iayze]
(One and only)
He ain't no Blood, he ain't this, he ain't that, he ain't a Mac, too (He ain't a Mac too)
Sayin' this and that, b*tch, it's gon' get you clapped too
I be like, uh, b*tch, uh

[Chorus: iayze & Offset]
I'm talkin' green tip, 5.56, and a blick too (Ayy)
Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (n*gga)
Oh, we on that sh*t too, I used to hit licks too
n*gga shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too
He ain't this, he ain't that
He ain't a Blood, he ain't a Mac
He be saying this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too
Ridin' with a big MAC, b*tch, this ain't no fast food (Hey)
I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules (Offset)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Blick him, switch him, stick him, bamboo (Let's go)
Duck the feds, we servin' dog food (Duck the feds)
Diamonds hittin', who gon' rob who? (Who?)
When it's cold, we step in Timb' boots (Steppеr)
f*cked a b*tch, and f*cked her friеnd too (Too)
f*ck around and make a n*gga mad
And now let's spend the bag to get his limbs loose (Hey)
Lamborghini with the missile roof (Skrrt)
Mistletoe, the bullets kissin' you (Kisses)
f*ck the b*tch up in the Bentley Coupe
Hidin' in the bushes, peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo)
f*ck that (f*ck that), young n*ggas
Spinnin' on 'em, then my rugrat (Rugrat)
Dirty n*gga, where the mud at? (Mud)
Glock 40, where my love at? (Bow)
Turn them n*ggas to a Dove pack
Fell in love with a beam
I put a fifty-round in a [?]
Pistol on me, walkin' with it through arenas (Hey)
Shawty would miss and ain't nobody seen her (Huh)
Choppa gon' make 'em do the Macarena
Shawty gon' pray to God, but he a demon
He don't want the beef, he gotta be a vegan (Vegan)
[Chorus: iayze & G Herbo]
I'm talkin' green tip, 5.56, and a blick too (Ayy)
Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (n*gga)
Oh, we on that sh*t too, I used to hit licks too
n*gga shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too
He ain't this, he ain't that
He ain't a Blood, he ain't a Mac (One and only)
He be saying this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too
Ridin' with a big MAC, b*tch, this ain't no fast food (b*tch)
I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules, yeah (Uh, yeah)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Ridin' with this .50 and a .30 clip too (Brr)
Yeah, I'm quick to shoot this b*tch up, but I'm rich too (Phew)
My lil' n*ggas goin' on hits 'cause they ain't got sh*t to do (Ayy)
Just don't hit me when you finished, I got sh*t to lose (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Made some millions, I was 20, I had some sh*t to prove (Swerve)
Why is [?] can't go smooth? I gotta get it approved
Really that dude, the whips, I treat 'em like shoes
I'm buyin' these b*tches in two's (In two's)
Bringin' that sack in, don't want no twenties and backends
Give me them b*tches in blues
How can I snooze? Grippin' his b*tch with his crackin'
You will get killed if you lackin'
I'm with the action, way before this [?] was clappin'
Whole neighborhood know what happened
You ain't never seen no n*gga get left in traffic
Skrrt in that Track', got traction
Ten, fifteen, twenty mil' this year, that's accurate
And that's after Mike Tyson
[Chorus: iayze & NLE Choppa]
I'm talkin' green tip, 5.56, and a blick too (Ayy)
Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (n*gga)
Oh, we on that sh*t too, I used to hit licks too
n*gga shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too
He ain't this, he ain't that
He ain't a Blood, he ain't a Mac
He be saying this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too
Ridin' with a big MAC, b*tch, this ain't no fast food (Huh, okay)
I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules (Ayy)

[Verse 3: NLE Choppa]
Blue tip, 5.7 Ruger, and a F&N (Brr)
Crip n*gga, but my slime throw B's like he hardly hearin'
When we see the opps, n*ggas act like they be barely seen (Barely seen)
Ayy, boy, you see me, n*gga, wet 'em up like [?], n*gga (Brrt)
Put cuh' on TV, n*gga, put you on the TV with him (Brrt, b*tch)
ID, better rest in hospitals, teddy bears, t-shirts, in the [?]
Tell buddy I'm out my mind, big nuts on the chop', Sacramento (Big nuts)
Thank God we pimped out, my .9, keep puttin' these hoes on n*ggas (C'mere)
Bro stuffed an opp pack in the 'wood, look like falafel in a pita (Jimmy)
b*tch said we smokin' on a dead brother, b*tch take a puff, you can meet him (Brrt)
Can't spread no b*tch too, whack that ho right after I greet her (Greet her)
Same place that I dropped di*k off, same place I leave her

[Chorus: iayze, NLE Choppa, & Both]
I'm talkin' green tip, 5.56, and a blick too (And a what?)
Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (C'mere, c'mere, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Oh, we on that sh*t too, I used to hit licks too
n*gga shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too
He ain't this, he ain't that
He ain't a Blood, he ain't a Mac (One and only)
He be saying this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too
Ridin' with a big MAC, b*tch, this ain't no fast food (b*tch)
I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules (n*gga, b*tch)
[Verse 4: iayze]
That boy sweet as hell, why you think he stayed in school? (Ayy)
I used to bang it out with opps, the police take my tool (b*tch)
I be like "f*ck the wannabes," they be like, "iayze a fool"
It ain't sh*t to get her on her knees, all I gotta do is keep it cool (Ayy)
Ayy, who is he? (Who is he?)
I like green tip, 5.56, my ARPs (n*gga, ayy)
I like pouring Tris, f*ckin' hoes, and throwing C's (b*tch, ayy)
She love D'usse, shaking ass, and love smoking my weed (b*tch, ayy)
I use to post up on that block, fifty cent for a single, I ain't have no weed
The i8 I'm in, ain't came wit' no keys (Okay, nyoom)
She want me save a b*tch, I ain't Christopher Reeves (b*tch, I ain't no Superman)
Say she a sl*t, then she get sl*t, I get my nut, and then I leave (b*tch)

[Chorus: iayze]
I'm talkin' green tip, 5.56, and a blick too (Ayy)
Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (n*gga)
Oh, we on that sh*t too, I used to hit licks too
n*gga shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too
He ain't this, he ain't that
He ain't a Blood, he ain't a Mac
He be saying this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too
Ridin' with a big MAC, b*tch, this ain't no fast food (Huh, okay)
I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules (n*gga, b*tch)

[Outro]
(Ayy)
Think he stayed in school, ayy
Bang it out with opps, the police take my tool, b*tch (Ayy)
They be like, "iayze a fool"
All I gotta do is keep it cool
(Ayy, okay)
(Keep it cool)
(Who is he? Who is he?)
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