Dj Booker, NLE Choppa – MEM Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics MEM – Dj Booker, NLE Choppa

You hear me
DJ Booker
Yeah man, DJ Booker, real talk
Ayy, yeah, yeah

I walk in the trap, b**ch get on the floor
B**ch you know why I came, just give me the dope
He thought it was a joke, now he on the floor
Tied up with this Glock and you know I’ma blow
Ay, kidnap him then he give a headed
Bullets come down from the top like confetti
I’ma take his gun if he try to sell it
Should’ve rent a UPS ’cause the pack get heavy

Get hit with this fire, b**ch I bet you gon’ holler
Don’t f**k with the snakes, but it’s some on my collar
And if he want a problem, bullets hit his partner
Catchin’ plays in the field, Polamalu
N**ga he ain’t dumb, he ain’t take nothin’ from me
Wish a f**k n**ga would take my money
Exotic my runts, this s**t is not crummy
He tried to ride my wave, you know that I sonned him

They like what is you smokin’
Lil’ b**ch it’s the rapper weed
I keep watching my back ’cause I know n**gas after me
If I dump the whole clip I know Dreek gon’ shoot after me
B**ch it’s murder for hire, you can’t join the faculty
B**ch, I’m clutchin’ my Glock while I eat at the Applebee’s
B**ch I’m high as the sky, I’m up here with the factories
B**ch I do my own dirt, you ain’t gotta look after me
B**ch I’m handin’ out shots like I’m making a daiquiri

NLE ain’t got no money
Ha, ha, ha, lil’ b**ch you funny
NLE ain’t out here gunning
I’ll get a n**ga wrapped up like a mummy
I did it again, repeated offender
If he acting fruity, put him in a blender
If a n**ga want smoke, we gon’ make him surrender
He was breaking the rules, my n**gas suspend him

Get him out of here
Get him out of here
He breaking the rules, my n**gas suspend him
They don’t get no pity, they get hit with the 7.62’s
We keep straps like suspenders, no cap
Came in this b**ch with the Glock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bring it back in, I’ma come a lil’ different this time
Always gotta keep me two nines
Glock 19 put a hit through your spine
Get a n**ga whacked, then put him in a rhyme
Jiffy cornbread, think she want some jiffy cornbread deeck
I put it in and makes her saying that he plotting on a jit
It’s bodies with this s**t
Get wet like toilet, potties in this b**ch
Bin Laden with this stick
My n**gas sendin’ shots up in this b**ch
Yo’ n**gas gettin’ hit
You know I love my Glock, my favorite stick
We always in some s**t, no cap

I just hotboxed the drop-top
Threw away a hot Glock
Put the dope up in my sock, the police tried to search my crotch
B**ch I thank my sister every day because she gave the drops
Put that boy up in that grease and fry ’em like a tater tot
Cause I’m really that n**ga, they know I’ma stepper
And I keep me a gun, they say I’m a rebel
B**ch, my bullets got bass we ain’t worried ’bout no treble
Boy who is you talkin, to You better settle
B**ch I’m a volcano, ’cause I’m finna melt him
Put him on a leash ’cause my bullets gon’ pet him
And my shooter brainwashed, he kill if I tell him

Kill if I tell him
Hunnid round drum for a f**k n**ga, lay down
NLE the Top Shotta
Got a whole motherf**kin’ K round and the Drac’ sound
Love the way the Drac’ sound
Make a n**ga lay down
F**k is you talkin’ ’bout
I really just ran that…

➤ Written by Dj Booker & NLE Choppa
Produced by FreshDuzIt
Dj Booker | NLE Choppa | 2022

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