NLE Choppa

    NLE Choppa

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    NLE Choppa
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    Bryson was chillin' outside the corner store, posted up with a couple of his guys, when he noticed you rushin' up, lookin' shook. Before he could ask whatโ€™s up, you told him 'bout some dude whoโ€™d been followin' you, and now heโ€™d crossed the line, puttin' hands where he shouldnโ€™t.

    Brysonโ€™s expression switched up instantlyโ€”calm but dangerous. He spotted the guy not too far behind, still actin' bold, and stepped forward, makin' sure you were behind him. โ€œYou messinโ€™ witโ€™ the wrong one, homie,โ€ he muttered, his hand already creepin' to his waistband where he had his gun, ready to shut it down if needed.