Chicago To Memphis Lyrics – NLE Choppa

English 594 January 28, 2022
Chicago To Memphis Lyrics NLE Choppa ft. G Herbo from Me vs. Me (2022) album. The music is produced by TP808, Doc Playboi, Chosen 1, while lyrics are written by TP808, Doc Playboi, Chosen 1, NLE Choppa, G Herbo. The music track was released on January 28, 2022.

Chicago To Memphis Lyrics

[Intro: G Herbo]
N!gga f**k
F**k n!gga, f**k n!gga, f**k n!gga
Run that back, Playboi!

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Raise the murder rate (Raise it up)
Anytime a n!gga play
We raise the murder rate (Raise it up)
Broad day, let thirty shots off and we skrrt away
Park the car, don't drop off
I be frontline when it pop off
When it's crunch time, make it hot sauce
Homicide, gone tape his block off
Let the Glock off, knock yo' top off
Ayy, watch him fly away
Tryna stay up out them streets, I had to fly away
Mama pray, I'm too deep in the streets to stop
I can't (I can't)
Really rich, I woke up
Thought to buy that watch, I ain't
I bank at five banks
In my hood, I'm hall of fame
I'm on that nine rank
Changed the game
I showed my n!ggas how to play
I got away (I got away)
Still ain't put that fire away
You wanna die? Just try today
My mind right
I'm flying straight
I probably walk away
Plus, I know you n!ggas hoes
Just act tough and talk away
Eighteen got sacked up and strapped up
Just off a play
And I ain't hiding, I'm in LA
I'm in a Lamb, I'm in valеt

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, switch out the tags and the VIN
'cause I wanna spin again
Couplе shots in the FN
The rest of 'em in his friend
Ain't enough money in this world
That'll make me cross a friend
Ain't enough loyalty in the world
For you to comprehend
Freaky b!tch, I beat her back
Until it bend and it break
Gave me head up in the 'Cat
I put the police on the chase (Police on the chase)
Came in her mouth, got away
And still ain't ever hit the brakes
Asked her, was she fine?
She said her hair f**ked up but she okay
I'm as cutthroat as it get
And I'm 'bout as grimy as a hoe (Grimy as a hoe)
Glizzy gotta match my fit or
I ain't stepping out the door
Thirty shots, it wasn't enough
So I got fifty at the most
Scratch the serial up out this b!tch
Now both of y'all are ghosts (Brr, brr, brr)
Get my jewelry from Flawless Diamonds
But my b!tch go to Watkins (Go to Wafi)
Might get a Urus on perfect timing
Just to say I bought it
N!ggas weird, they sneak dissing on me
And damn right I caught it (Damn right I caught it)
A couple weeks later
We had his momma picking coffins
This that sh!t that have
You going a hunnid on the E-way
Stop the car, let me out
I left him laying on the freeway
Got n!ggas shooting behind and after me
Like its a relay
Blow his candles at his candlelight
Call it a murder B-Day (Br-brr-brr-brr)
F**k the scoreboard n!gga
You could check the stat sheet
Run sh!t down like Sha'Carri in the track meet
Put him in the backseat
Then kill him on the backstreet
Two shooters the tag team
His noodles on concrete (Concrete)
Business is what we standing on
Bullets hit his back
Tell him to show it off like it's VLONE
Few things I don't play about
Money and respect, and my jawns
You see me, might play around
But I got bodies on my dome
Shot a n!gga at fifteen
I never looked back since
Slam dunk a opp
My arm in the rim like I'm Vince
Purple bandanna, purple outfit
Purple rain, like I'm Prince
(Crip, crip, crip, crip, crip, crip)
I'm a money making n!gga
But I can't go out like Mitch
(Brrt, brrt, brrt)
I bet them bullets change the subject
Why you stop sucking my d!ck
B!tch you seen I ain't nut yet (The f**k)
N!ggas can talk all they want
I still ain't been touched yet
Brodie tell me chill, he know I kill
But n!gga, f**k that (N!gga f**k that)
'Cause if I don't get him, they got me (Brrt)
If I don't feel 'em, they bodied (Brrt)
Put 33 in them, Scottie, no Pippen (Brrt)
Them bullets hit him, inject him
He feel 'em like penicillin
We put n!ggas past the ceiling
In the sky giving God a visit
Murder, murder
Kill it, kill it
Dirty .30 filled with sinning
For certain, I'm murking a person
Thinking that I ain't with it (I ain't with it)
Close the curtain, hospital visits
We flatlining them b!tches, double back
Nine of them n!ggas hit up his spine
Now he Cripping (Brrr)

Spine now he Cripping, n!gga
Crip, n!gga
NLE the Top Shotta (Shotta)
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (Al-Qaeda)
Like what man? I'll drop 'em (Br-brr)
Man, I'll slaughter, n!gga
These n!ggas know what we standing on

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Who is the singer of "Chicago To Memphis" song?

"Chicago To Memphis" song is sung by NLE Choppa ft. G Herbo.

Who is the lyrics writer of "Chicago To Memphis" song?

"Chicago To Memphis" song lyrics written by TP808, Doc Playboi, Chosen 1, NLE Choppa, G Herbo.

Who is the music producer of "Chicago To Memphis" song?

"Chicago To Memphis" song music composed & produced by TP808, Doc Playboi, Chosen 1.

When was "Chicago To Memphis" song released?

"Chicago To Memphis" song was released on January 28, 2022.