NLE Choppa – In The UK (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

NLE Choppa unveils the music video for the PROD MARU & Diito-produced song, “In The UK”. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track.

Nle Choppa In The Uk

NLE Choppa isn’t slowing down this year. The rapper’s kept a stream of music coming this summer, even after coming through with his latest body of work, Me Vs. Me. At the top of the month, he linked up with 4TM Drako for their new collaboration, “No Love.” Shortly after, he followed up with a new single titled, “In The UK” which finds him experimenting with international sounds. The rapper tackles an exhilarating drill production, laced with haunting vocal samples and earth-quaking 808s, as he merges his Southern flow and animated delivery together for a thrilling banger. Fortunately, he doesn’t attempt a British accent as J. Cole did on “London” but his verse is littered with UK references like Jamie Oliver, Boris Johnson, and Top Boy.

NLE Choppa – In The UK (prod. PROD MARU & Diito)

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Lyrics

[Intro: NLE Choppa & Mr WOT]
Ayy (Shout out my boy, Diito), nigga, come on, let’s do it
Yeah, ayy (Crud), ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: NLE Choppa & Mr WOT]
I’m in the UK, no blicky (Muad)
But the knife on me if shit get sticky, yeah (Brr)
Still slide if it’s risky
Put the dick on the Glock, leave him pissy (Brr)
Cut to the face, buck fifty
One to the neck, give lil’ bruv hickeys (Brr)
Run away, do him like Ricky (Come here)
Run shit down (Come here), better run away quickly (Brr)
Tap in when I’m in your city
I’m a top boy, tell ’em get up with me, yeah (Get up with me)
Anywhere, any day, ¡ándale!
I’ma have me about a few killers with me, yeah (A few killers with me)
Spin on the block, get dizzy
Spin on my block then you must be silly (Must be stupid)
Spin the block ’til we leave him drippin’
Even overseas, I’m Grape Street crippin’ (Ooh-woo)

[Refrain: NLE Choppa]
You know your man’s not hot
How you gon’ run from a dot-dot-dot? (Brr-brr-brr)
Spin the block at three o’clock (At three)
I’ma link him until he drop (Until he drop)
No opp can get no love
He’s not my kind, he’s not my bruv (Not my bruv)
High as a kite, never sober
Back up, back up ‘fore you get poked up (Poked up)

[Verse: NLE Choppa]
NLE Jamie Oliver, shit ain’t sweet (Ain’t sweet)
I ain’t never do no trick or treats (No treats)
Leave a nigga body wrapped up in the sheets (Grr)
White chalk (Grr), yellow tape, all in the street (Grr)
Sherlock Holmes gon’ have to come see (Come see)
How he gon’ solve this mystery? (Mystery)
Your mama in misery (Gang)
My mama vistin’ me (Gang)
I fucked your bitch even though she clapped
But her ass fat, so I made it clap
I don’t know you, homie, I ain’t givin’ no dap (Givin’ no dap)
Only hand you get from me is slap (Grr)
If a nigga play with me, I’ma be like Shamima
I ain’t never gon’ make it back (Never gon’ make it)
Link him, snuff him, stab him and that’s on that (That’s on that)
Boris Johnson a nonce, my bitch like Beyoncé (Beyoncé)
Keep a K like Kanye, might sneak in the UK (UK)
My house look lit like the Buckingham Palace
I stand over him, give a fuck about it (Give a fuck about it)
What it is to me? Just another body
What it is to you? Your folks dyin’

[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
I’m in the UK, no blicky
But the knife on me if shit get sticky, yeah (Brr)
Still slide if it’s risky
Put the dick on the Glock, leave him pissy (Brr)
Cut to the face, buck fifty
One to the neck, give lil’ bruv hickeys (Brr)
Run away, do him like Ricky (Come here)
Run shit down (Come here), better run away quickly (Brr)
Tap in when I’m in your city
I’m a top boy, tell ’em get up with me, yeah (Get up with me)
Anywhere, any day, ¡ándale!
I’ma have me about a few killers with me, yeah (A few killers with me)
Spin on the block, get dizzy
Spin on my block then you must be silly (Must be stupid)
Spin the block ’til we leave him drippin’
Even overseas, I’m Grape street crippin’ (Ooh-woo)

[Bridge: NLE Choppa]
Man’s not hot
Even overseas, I’m Grape street crippin’ (Brr-brr-brr)
Three o’clock (At three)
Even overseas, until he drop (Until he drop)
No love
Even overseas, I’m Grape street crippin’ (He’s not my bruv)
Never sober
Even over—, ‘fore you get poked up (Poked up)

[Refrain: NLE Choppa]
You know your man’s not hot (Ain’t sweet)
How you gon’ run from a dot-dot-dot? (Trick or treats)
Spin the block at three o’clock (Up in the sheets)
I’ma link him until he drop (All in the streets)
No opp can get no love
He’s not my kind, he’s not my bruv (Mystery)
High as a kite, never sober
Back up, back up ‘fore you get poked up (Get poked up)

[Outro: NLE Choppa]
‘Fore you get poked up (‘Fore you get poked up)
Back up, back up ‘fore you get poked up (‘Fore you get poked up)
Get poked up (Get poked up)
Back up, back up ‘fore you get poked up (Get poked up)