Gamble With My Heart Lyrics - Nle Choppa

Pipe that shit up TnT
Get back on the fucking track
Wo-ah, oh-oh
NLE the Top Shotta
I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Eh, eh, eh, wo-oah
Ay, ay, ay

Sometimes I gamble with my heart
I’m takin’ chances, where my love at?
Don’t know what it started, got me askin’ “where the drugs at?”
Suburban hoop, cause I be posted with the Rug Rats
Came up off of robbin’, but my OG really soul crack
Billion views up, but I still go and kill some
Take one of my dawgs and Imma make sure all y’all feel one
Unexpected shootout, yeah you know I’m when that drill comes
Come and shoot up who house? We gon’ post up ’till you niggas come

And I ain’t goin’ in ’till the mornin’
I see a cop, I’m mournin’
We leave his mamma mournin’
He send a threat, ignore it
The internet for corporate
We leave his body corpse spread and then his breath aborted
Wanna go far, but I know bullshit be stoppin’ you
Tell ’em keep goin’ hard cause I know that’s just what I would do
People who pushin’ through they battles, I swear I’m proud of you
People who say they gon’ be there for you ain’t on sight of you
Granny and momma happy her son havin’ a baby

Movin’ like a don so them niggas steady hate me
Momma say I’m crazy cause I’m posted with the Drac’ man
Tuck it in my pants, I can’t let a nigga take me
Life gettin’ better, but sometimes it’s gettin’ hard
People want beneficials, but they ain’t play a part
Turn yo’ back on me we getting ready for war
Backseat with this Drac’, we lettin’ fire off in this car
Gambles, and crosses, and losses we take those
If he ain’t man enough, then my killers nominate those
Pesos, we get even as if you owe bro
Game up in a chokehold, they tellin me to let go

Lately I been havin’ stress all day
Too many problems we face
Gotta sit down and pray
Eh, eh, I swear to that it’s gon’ be okay

Sometimes I gamble with my heart
I’m takin’ chances, where my love at?
Don’t know what it started, got me askin’ “where the drugs at?”
Suburban hoop, cause I be posted with the Rug Rats
Came up off of robbin’, but my OG really soul crack
Billion views up, but I still go and kill some
Take one of my dawgs and Imma make sure all y’all feel one
Unexpected shootout, yeah you know I’m when that drill comes
Come and shoot up who house? We gon’ post up ’till you niggas come

NLE the Top Shotta, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
Gon’ post up to a nigga’s home