Aye, huh
Yeah
(I don’t even think y’all n***as ready)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
SGULL
(They not ready bruh)
(Tay they ready?)
Yeah, yeah
(Tay said “No”)
What?
Yeah
Huh, huh
Bullets hit a n***a up, like I’m playin’ Pac-Man
Choppa got a kick back, leave him on a kick stand
n***a call me doo-doo, yeah I’m the sh** man
n***a talking sh**, so I fired on his b**h-a**
Glock freeze him up, call that freeze tag
Choppa leave him stuck, that’s a b**h man
If a n***a play, Imma hit him broad day
With the K
Make a n***a go, ah, yeah
Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah
f**in’ on another n***a bae, yeah
Make a n***a shake, earthquake, yeah
n***a I’m real, you fake, yeah
I be totin’ them glizzy, we love toting’ guns
I do it for real, you do it for fun
When an opp see me, you know they gon’ run
I hang out the window, shoot sh** like Lebron
You know that I hit ’em, I had to get ’em
They thought I was bowlin’, I had to split ’em
7.62, cut him down the middle
Cookin him up like a f**in’ McGriddle
Saw me in the game, and you know that Imma score, b**h
Pull up with the gang
Twist a finger make it bang
To be honest, I’m an animal, I can’t be tamed
b**h fallin’ out the sky, let that b**h rain
2-3 shots, take him out with a bang
Back in the summer, I didn’t have a name
Now she s** on my dick while my balls be hangin’
Damn lil Choppa, she say that you slangin’
Hit it from the back, have her changin’ language
Huh?
(*Ringer*)
What the f**?
b**h stop calling my phone!
I hit her one time then I leave her alone
I know I’m not right, ’cause I’m doin her wrong
Just like a dog, I just want a bone
We makin ’em serve, we serve in a cone
I’m a real n***a, you cannot clone
I’m cold with this sh** like my first name was stone
I’m still a menace…
Huh? (What the f**?)
I am a devil
Whole other level
I’m clutchin’ my metal
Cook him like a vegetable
She eatin’ my dick like that b**h is an edible
I’m clutchin’ my metal
Cook him like a vegetable
She eatin’ my dick like that b**h is an edible
I’m clutchin’ my metal
Cook him like a vegetable
She eatin’ my dick like that b**h is an edible
Back in 8th grade, I was lame, I was bruisin’
Now I’m up in high school getting head from my tutor
You could be a fighter, graduated to a shooter
Shoot him in the head, I’m tryna knock out his noodles
I’m a big dog, little n***a you a poodle
I sell a b**h a dream like my name young ruler
Pop up like a mark
Bullets bless him, yes a hallelujah
Hrrrrr
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
(They shootin’)
Slatt, Slatt
Choppa