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Only The Family - High Tolerance (feat. NLE Choppa) lyrics

Artist: Only The Family

album: Family Over Everything


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 (brrt)
My choppa need a bra because I swear it got some perky breasts
I'm aggravated off this .30, in my zone, I'm clutchin' chromes
A nigga 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
7.62s make 'em dance like the 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
Bitch, 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 ass, 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
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
I put it on God, won't cross my niggas
That made me mad, gotta cross my fingers
They lost they man when I brought that steamer
Know a nigga survived, got hit with that Nina
How the fuck you ain't tell you gettin' subpoenaed?
Only the Family, bitch, I'm a leader
Bitch, I kill, just give me a reason
Nigga, I kill, just give me a reason
I damn near OD'd of a Xan', the opps on my dick, 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
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)
OD off them Percocets (Percocets)

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