Can’t Take It Lyrics by NLE Choppa is latest English song with music also given by TnTXD. Can’t Take It song lyrics are written by TnTXD & NLE Choppa.
Can’t Take It Song Detail
Singer: NLE Choppa
Composer: TnTXD
Lyrics by: TnTXD & NLE Choppa
Can’t Take It NLE Choppa
Pipe that shit up, TnT
NLE Top Shotta got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
I told ’em way too foreign, clock the nine too young
I asked ’em: “Do we got a strap?”, ’cause I supply you a gun
I told ’em lay up at his house until your ass out the sun
But we ain’t doin’ crashin’ out, make sure your ass do a [?]
Murder genes, I prolly plottin’ on bodies want dead
She murder, see me, she suck it sloppy when she give me head
He sending treaties, we leave ’em all red an then we leave ’em red
We give a fuck about how you feel, I said what I said
Now we’re in the vest, they want me dead, they shoot a buddy neck
Couple niggas got killed on this quest, I’m lookin’ for the rest
Catch a body, beat a body, I told ’em that don’t collect
Couple must laid up my killa, on the town we gettin’ lit
Said niggas they left around me, they wishing they never switched
Same hoes they used to be clowning, now they want a nigga dick
Guess they see a nigga dripping with this Glizzy in my fit
I ain’t too fresh to shoot a nigga, I pop you in this bitch
I changed my lane and switched my side, I knew I wasn’t living right
Mary Jane for a bitch, we smoke ’em at the candle light
Johnny Dang when it gliss, flawless diamonds when I bite
Twenty three up in his back, it’s less diamonds like it might
Niggas can’t take it from me, I waited too long
Niggas can’t take my army, we ready to arm
If a nigga play with the money, we get in the morn
Judge get my nigga ’bout a hundred, we get it, you on
Never pleaded guilty, fuck that paper, we ain’t signing that
Look too hard, you get shot ’cause your bidness you ain’t minding that
Shot him in his back, he asked to die the way his spine was at
Pop him as he going out, said made him snort a line for that
Scheming on my mansion, play the card so I know the risk
When I sight, I never leave no witness, ain’t no colder fiending
Cottonwood baby but I be posted in the Jordans with it
Rich gang like I’m Baby, might pull them racks, I have to show a nigga
Three five at the opp, pack up in the wood, don’t even fold a Swisher
Don’t say that you good in my hood ’cause I don’t really fuck with nigga
Couple niggas changed, don’t mean from the hood, say I ain’t fuckin’ with ’em
But now needed a helping hand, nobody came and helped my nigga
My bitch more gangsta than these niggas, she be sending me the drops
If we don’t get ’em tonight, then we gon’t try and get tomorrow
Bitch, we livin’ with murders, we never tell ’em what we saw
Yo, new homies the dirt ’cause we gon’ put yo’ ass in the coffin
I changed my lane and switched my side, I knew I wasn’t living right
Mary Jane for a bitch, we smoke ’em at the candle light
Johnny Dang when it gliss, flawless diamonds when I bite
Twenty three up in his back, it’s less diamonds like it might
Niggas can’t take it from me, I waited too long
Niggas can’t take my army, we ready to arm
If a nigga play with the money, we get in the morn
Judge get my nigga ’bout a hundred, we get it, you on
Yeah, we comin’ fight with that