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Birdboy
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NLE Choppa
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Ayy, 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?) Huh, yeah, yeah (Tay said, "No") What? Yeah (Huh, huh) Bullets eat a n***a up, like I'm playin' Pac-Man (Yeah) Choppa got a kick back (Yeah), leave him on a kick stand (Huh, yeah) N***a call me doo-doo (Huh), yeah, I'm the sh*t, man N***a talkin' sh*t, so I fired on his b*t*h a** (Yeah, yeah) Glock freeze him up, yeah (Huh, huh, huh, huh) Call that freeze tag (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Chopper leave him stuck, yeah (Wait, wait) That's a glitch, man (Yeah, yeah) If a n***a play, I'ma hit him broad day with the K Make a n***a go, "Ah," yeah Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah F**kin' on another n***a bae, yeah (Huh, yeah) Make a n***a shake, earthquake, yeah (Huh, grrr) N***a, I'm real, you fake, yeah I be totin' them glizzies, we love totin' guns I do it for real, you do it for fun (Yeah, huh, yeah) When an opp see me, you know they gon' run I hang out the window, shoot sh*t like LeBron You know that I hit 'em (Huh), I had to get 'em (Huh, huh) They thought I was bowlin', I had to split 'em (Yeah) 7.62 (Yeah), cut him down the middle Cookin' him up like a f**kin' McGriddle (Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh) Sub me in the game And you know that I'ma score, b*t*h (Huh) Pull up with the gang, twist your finger, make it bang (Yeah, yeah) To be honest, I'm an animal, I can't be tamed (Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah) Bullets fallin' out the sky, let that b*t*h rain (What?) 2-3 shots, take him out with a bang (What? Yeah, huh, yeah) Back in the summer, I didn't have a name (No) Now she suck on my d**k while my balls be hangin' (Slob, b*t*h, slob) Damn, lil' Choppa, she say that you slangin' Hit from the back, have her changin' language Huh, huh? (*Ringer*) What the f**k? B*t*h, stop calling my phone! (Yeah) I hit her one time then I leave her alone (Huh) I know I'm not right, 'cause I'm doin' her wrong Just like a dog, I just wanna bone (Rrrr) We makin' 'em serve, we serve in a cone (Yeah, yeah) I'm a real n***a, you cannot clone I'm cold with this sh*t like my first name was stone (Yeah, yeah) I'm still a menace (Huh?), wait (What the f**k?) I am a devil, whole other level (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable (Huh) She eatin' my d**k like that b*t*h is an edible (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable (Hold up) She eatin' my d**k like that b*t*h is an edible (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up) I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable (Hold up, bro) She eatin' my d**k like that b*t*h is an edible Back in 8th grade, I was lame, I was boostin' (Huh, huh, huh) Now I'm up in high school gettin' head from my tutor (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Used to be a fighter, graduated to a shoota (What?) Shoot him in the head, I'm tryna knock out his noodles (Yeah, yeah) I'm a big dog, little n***a, you a poodle (What?) I sell a b*t*h a dream like my name Young Ruler Pop off, like I'm Martin Luther (Huh, huh) Bullets bless him, that's a hallelujah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Hrrrrr Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop (They shootin') Slatt, slatt (Choppa)
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