Narrow Road Lyrics by NLE Choppa ft. Lil Baby is latest English song with music also given by Quay Global. Narrow Road song lyrics are written by Quay Global, NLE Choppa & Lil Baby.
Narrow Road Song Detail
Singer: NLE Choppa ft. Lil Baby
Composer: Quay Global
Lyrics by: Quay Global, NLE Choppa & Lil Baby
Narrow Road NLE Choppa
Cook that shit up, Quay
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Top Shotta, Don Dada
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda, uh
NLE the Top Shotta, yeah
I just copped the Range Rover (A big body), with some Forgis (With some Forgiatos)
Sippin’ codeine (Codeine), feelin’ like a dope fiend (A dope fiend)
He said I’m not a killer, that ni**a don’t know me (Brrt)
My OG told me, “Put in work,” when I was fourteen (When I was fourteen)
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-oad)
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-oad)
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-oad)
I’m goin’ down a narrow ro-oad, ro-oad, ro-o-oad
They tell me, “Think smart” (Think smart)
I know right from wrong (Oh)
They tell me I’ma get life with this dirty chrome (Get life)
Well, you would rather take a life before they take your own (The Don Dada)
And bi**h, I been through some shit, I come from a broken home
I got a different mentality, bi**h, it’s kill or be killed (Kill or, yeah)
I’d rather kill a rat before I write a statement and squeal (Yeah, yeah)
It ain’t no fakes up in my circle, real recognize real (Yeah, yeah)
I kick that boy up out my cot and I did out, did my drills (Yeah)
‘Cause ayy, we are not the same (We are not the same)
I got murder, murder, murder runnin’ through my brain (It’s runnin’ through my brain)
And bi**h, I’m hurt up inside, piranhas swim through my veins (Swim through my veins)
Put your feelings on the toilet, watch it twirl down the drain (Uh-huh, uh)
They askin’ who I need, well, I don’t need shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Only thing I need, is this Glock twenty-three, bi**h (Grrt, grrt)
Flyin’ overseas got a young ni**a seasick
I was just posted in the street like some cement, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just copped the Range Rover (A big body), with some Forgis (With some Forgiatos)
Sippin’ codeine (Codeine), feelin’ like a dope fiend (A dope fiend)
He said I’m not a killer, that ni**a don’t know me (Brrt)
My OG told me, “Put in work,” when I was fourteen (When I was fourteen)
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-oad)
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-oad)
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-oad)
I’m goin’ down a narrow ro-oad, ro-oad, ro-o-oad
Road gettin’ narrow (Nah), slimmer and slimmer (Slim)
Pray to God that I forget, try my best not to remember (Ah)
It’s a cold, cold world and I was born in December
I’m forever steppin’ forward, you know I’m one of the members
They try to tax us, SSI, then we start goin’ and get ’em
Really showed me what it was, I prolly never forgive ya
Start havin’ what you ain’t had and they’ll look at ya different
But it don’t matter, I’m in my bag, it’s gettin’ bigger and bigger
Now the Range Rover class Sport and stamps on my passport
Never know what trippin’, I got everything I asked for
Youngin’ out here robbin’, I try to tell that ni**a to mask up
We get all the bags around the way, ni**as can’t gas us
I ain’t really got too much to say but f**k the task force
Keep mindin’ my business, hold my weight, and run my cash up
Sometimes I just ride ’round with my stick inside my Lamb’ truck
Everywhere I go, somebody put me on their cameras
I just copped the Range Rover (A big body), with some Forgis (With some Forgiatos)
Sippin’ codeine (Codeine), feelin’ like a dope fiend (A dope fiend)
He said I’m not a killer, that ni**a don’t know me (Brrt)
My OG told me, “Put in work,” when I was fourteen (When I was fourteen)
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-oad)
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-oad)
Goin’ down a narrow ro-o-o-oad (A narrow ro-oad)
I’m goin’ down a narrow ro-oad, ro-oad, ro-o-oad
A big body with some Forgiatos
Codeine, a dope fiend
Brrt
When I was fourteen
A narrow ro-oad, ayy
A narrow ro-o-oad
A narrow ro-oad, ayy
Narrow ro-o-oad