High Tolerance (feat. NLE Choppa)

Yeah, uh-uh
NLE the top shotta (grrt-ayy), don dada
Gang-gang, gang-gang (uh-oh)
Ayy (gang), ayy (gang-gang)

Me and gang, we on them Percocets, clutchin' AR's, and I'm clutchin' TEC's (grrt)
My choppa need a bra because I swear it got some perky breasts (some perky breasts)
I'm aggravated off this .30, in my zone, I'm clutchin' chromes
A - better not say no wrong 'cause I'ma shoot him in his dome

And I was stuck up in the rain, I had to wait 'til the rain go
Bullet showers on the opps 'cause we gon' make the rain pour (rain pour)
7.62's make 'em dance like the tango (tango)
They callin' me a stripper 'cause I'm clutchin' on a dirty pole

We ain't goin' for nothin', pop him like a Perc'
Got the Drac' in my pants, and it poke out my shirt
My bro on the block and he lookin', on lurk
-ch, you know how we comin', put him in the dirt

Off of a Perc' and a Xan', they say that I'm wildin'
Got the feds on my -, the opps keep dyin'
Take a look at the news, you think I'm lyin'
My plug got the pills, you know that I'm buyin', yeah-yeah

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I put it on God, won't cross my -
That made me mad, gotta cross my fingers
They lost they man when I brought that steamer
Know a n- survived, got hit with that Nina

How the f- you ain't tell you gettin' subpoenaed?
Only the Family, -ch, I'm a leader
-ch, I kill, just give me a reason
-, I kill, just give me a reason

I damn near OD'd of a Xan', the opps on my -, they some fans
A coupe with the digital dash, Gucci socks flood my pants
He ain't tryna come to the Chi no more, he ain't tryna die no more
Turn off the drugs, get high no more
Kill two of yo' friends, you don't slide no more

I won't forgive you, so you ain't gotta ask no more
And I found the plug, he got exotic, you ain't gotta tax no more
And they shot my dawg, we ain't catch the killa, so y'all can't lack no more
One thing I'ma say without gettin' involved
But he can't rap no more, yeah-yeah-yeah

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Credits
Writer(s): Gianni Van Den Brom
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