CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Birdboy
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)
(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)
