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No Hook (NBA Youngboy Diss)
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NLE Choppa
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Aye, Huh, Yeah, I don't even think y'all n***as ready Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (DJ Jazz n***a) They not ready brah Tay, they ready? Yeah, Yeah Tay said no Wait, Yeah (Real trap sh*t n***a) Beat a n***a up, Like I'm playing Pac-Man Choppa got a kickback, Leave him on a kickstand N***a call me doo doo, Yeah I'm the sh*t man N***a talking sh*t, So I fired on his b*t*h a** Glock, Freeze him up, Yeah (huh, huh) Called that freeze tag Choppa leave him stuck, Yeah, Uh, That's a diss man If a n***a play imma hit him broad day, With a K Make a n***a go ah, Yeah Do the race call it Tay-K, Yeah F**king on another n***a bae, Yeah Make a n***a shake earthquake, Yeah N***a I'm real you fake, Yeah I be toting them glizzies, We love toting guns I do it for real you do it fun When the ops see me, You know the goin' run I hang out the window, Shoot sh*t like Lebron You know that I hit him, I had to get him They thought I was bowling, I had to split them 7.62 cut em down the middle Cooking them up like a f**king McGriddle Saw me in the gang and you know that imma scope b*t*h Pull up with the gang, Twist the finger make it bang To be honest I'm an animal, I can't be tamed Bullets falling out the sky, Let that b*t*h rain 2, 3 shots take em out with a bang Back in the summer I didn't have a name Now she sucking my d**k while my balls be hanging choppa she say you slanging Hit from the back have her change your language Huh, Huh, What the f**k? B*t*h stop calling my phone I hit her one time, Then I leave her alone I know I'm not right cuz I'm doing her wrong Just like a dog, I just wanna a bone We making them serve, We serving the cone I'm a real n***a, You cannot clone I'm cold with this sh*t, Like my first name was stone I'm still a menace, Wait, What the f**k? I am a devil, Whole 'nother level I'm clutching my metal, Cook him like a vegetable She eating my d**k like that b*t*h is an edible I, I, I'm clutching my metal, Cook him like a vegetable (real trap DJ n***a) She eating my d**k like that b*t*h is an edible (the realest sh*t out the streets) I'm clutching my metal, Cook him like a vegetable She eating my d**k like that b*t*h is an edible Back in 8th grade, I was lame, I was boosting Now I'm up in high school getting head from a tutor Used to be a father graduating to a shooter Shoot him in the head I'm trying to knock out his noodles I'm a big dog, Little n***a you a poodle I sell a b*t*h a dream, Like my name young ruler Pop off like I'm martin, Bullets bless him, That's a hallelujah Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, Pow, Pow, Pow, Pow, pow Slatt, Slatt (I shoot it) Choppa
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