The Police Pull Up My Gun In Her Purse Lyrics

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The Police Pull Up My Gun In Her Purse Lyrics By NLE Choppa. The police pull up, my gun in her purse The ops pull up, put him on a shirt bi^^h, we came in this world and we lookin’ for mu^^er Knock yo cap off and it’s word to Bobby Shmurda.

The Police Pull Up My Gun In Her Purse Lyrics

Yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hahaha
I ain’t doin’ no playing Jack, you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, hrrroww
Bow, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m tired of him breathing, I’m taking his breath (Huh?)
Shoot to my right, my flag on the left
I earned my stripes but I’m not a ref
These ni^^as, they woke, they overslept (Yeah)
My bi^^h, she clutch because she a nurse
Whenever I’m down she give me a perc
The police pull up, my gun in her purse
The ops pull up, put him on a shirt
bi^^h, we came in this world and we lookin’ for murder
Knock yo cap off and it’s word to Bobby Shmurda
ni^^a watch yo mouth, I would hate to have to hurt ya
You would kill off a perc but snitch when you sober
Man down in the street, man, this ni^^a tried to play me
I hit one in the head but his gun was on safety
They askin’ how I been, what I been feelin’ lately
I got good aim in the pocket like I’m Brady

Can’t speak on the sh^t I did to you
To be honest, them bullets wasn’t meant for you
I’m sorry that they hit you
f^^k that, spin again, shoot the friend too
See at first I was gon’ stop and chill
Hell nah, how them hollows feel?
I’m independent, can’t sign a deal
Won’t sell out for a couple mill
Before you try and rob, hit yo knees and pray to Buddha
Soon as you up it, Lil Trey gonna shoot ya
Remember I was young and I used to be a hoopa
I got into guns then I turned to the shoota
Knock off yo head, call that a f^^kin’ train wreck
bi^^h, close yo legs, Where the f^^k is yo brain at?
Wet a ni^^a block, make it look like we painted
Man I used to struggle, now a ni^^a famous

I’m 16, with big dreams, I wanna be a star
I used to spend money on lil things, now I want a car
Aye, that Rollie or that Audemars, Where do I start?
Man this lean f^^kin’ up my tummy, makin’ me fart
Hunnid-sumthn shots in the rental
My bi^^h, she bad, like Kendall
I’m poppin’ ni^^as like pimple
I’m in her mouth, that’s dental
We strapped up like a gay ho
We kill ni^^as like Tadoe
We ruthless like Fredo and love totin’ Dracos
Mop a ni^^a with the .40, I’m a janitor
We smokin’ on gas, that’s cannabis
That’s a lot in the Draco, I’m a animal
In Florida, chillin’ in Panama
He said he want smoke, I hope that he ready
I put on my mask like Jason and Freddy
You soft as a bear, just like Teddy
I shoot him in the head, knock out his spaghetti (Yeah)

I’m tired of him breathing, I’m taking his breath (Huh?)
Shoot to my right, my flag on the left
I earned my stripes but I’m not a ref
These ni^^as, they woke, they overslept (Yeah)
My bi^^h, she clutch because she a nurse
Whenever I’m down she give me a perc
The police pull up, my gun in her purse
The opps pull up, put him on a shirt
bi^^h, we came in this world and we lookin’ for murder
Knock yo cap off and it’s word to Bobby Shmurda
ni^^a watch yo mouth, I would hate to have to hurt ya
You would kill off a perc but snitch when you sober
Man down in the street, man, this ni^^a tried to play me
I hit one in the head but his gun was on safety
They askin’ how I been, what I been feelin’ lately
I got good aim in the pocket like I’m Brady

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