Side (Explicit) - NLE Choppa

Lyrics by：Bryson Potts/Alex Petit

Cash money AP

I ain't gotta ask I know my mama proud of me

I ain't gotta ask I know my ay mama proud of me

I ain't gotta ask I know my mama proud of me

And my n***a we was thuggin' we was doin' robberies

You ain't gotta ask if it's on me it's on the side

Every time that a young n***a ride

Hundred shots up out this chopper let 'em glide

I can't let 'em slide 'cause it f**k with my pride

I'm in the club with my glizzy and my blicky

Tryin' not to hurt somebody ayy

'Cause I was stuck up in the storm when the rain came

We don't care where it's at we do it broad day

I let the opps run the city tryna maintain

Goin' down the wrong road gave me road rage

I had to tell 'em we ain't goin'

For nothin' don't know what the squad on

A rich n***a like the lotto sippin' moscato

I put a n***a on the news I probably read 'bout him

Her head super-duper fire made her head throttle

He say tell me the meanin' of a thug

I'd rather be a gangster 'cause I can't show no love

'Fore I do my dirt I mask it on with a glove

If he get up in my way

Then I'ma hit him with a slug yeah yeah

I ain't gotta ask I know my mama proud of me

And my n***a we was thuggin' we was doin' robberies

You ain't gotta ask if it's on me it's on the side

Every time that a young n***a ride

Hundred shots up out this chopper let 'em glide

I can't let 'em slide 'cause it f**k with my pride

I'm in the club with my glizzy and my blicky

Tryin' not to hurt somebody nah nah nah nah

Ayy got my glizzy and my blicky tryin' not to hurt somebody

Nah nah-nah-nah nah-nah-nah

Bum bum NLE the top shotta yeah

Got them bombs like Al-Qaeda