CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : No Hook
Ayy, 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, bruh
Tay, they ready?
Yeah, yeah
Tay said no
Wait, yeah (Real trap sh*t n***a)
Bullets hit 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, I'ma 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 for fun
When the opps see me, you know they gon' 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
Cookin' 'em up like a f**king McGriddle
Saw me in the gang and you know that I'ma 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
Two, three shots take 'em out with a bang
Back in the summer I didn't have a name
Now she suck on my d**k while my balls be hanging
choppa she say that you slangin'
Hit from the back, have her change her language
Huh, huh? What the f**k?
B*t*h, stop callin' my phone
I hit her one time, then I leave her alone
I know I'm not right 'cause I'm doing her wrong
Just like a dog, I just want a bone
We makin' 'em serve, we servin' 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 clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable
She eatin' my d**k like that b*t*h is an edible
I, I, I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable (real trap DJ n***a)
She eatin' my d**k like that b*t*h is an edible (the realest sh*t out the streets)
I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable
She eatin' my d**k like that b*t*h is an edible
Back in eighth grade, I was lame, I was boostin'
Now I'm up in high school gettin' head from a tutor
Used to be a father, 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*t*h a dream like my name young ruler
Pop off like I'm Martin, bullets bless him, That's a hallelujah
Rrrrr, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow
Slatt, slatt (Ayy, shoot it)
Choppa
I don't even think y'all n***as ready
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (DJ Jazz, n***a)
They not ready, bruh
Tay, they ready?
Yeah, yeah
Tay said no
Wait, yeah (Real trap sh*t n***a)
Bullets hit 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, I'ma 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 for fun
When the opps see me, you know they gon' 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
Cookin' 'em up like a f**king McGriddle
Saw me in the gang and you know that I'ma 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
Two, three shots take 'em out with a bang
Back in the summer I didn't have a name
Now she suck on my d**k while my balls be hanging
choppa she say that you slangin'
Hit from the back, have her change her language
Huh, huh? What the f**k?
B*t*h, stop callin' my phone
I hit her one time, then I leave her alone
I know I'm not right 'cause I'm doing her wrong
Just like a dog, I just want a bone
We makin' 'em serve, we servin' 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 clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable
She eatin' my d**k like that b*t*h is an edible
I, I, I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable (real trap DJ n***a)
She eatin' my d**k like that b*t*h is an edible (the realest sh*t out the streets)
I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable
She eatin' my d**k like that b*t*h is an edible
Back in eighth grade, I was lame, I was boostin'
Now I'm up in high school gettin' head from a tutor
Used to be a father, 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*t*h a dream like my name young ruler
Pop off like I'm Martin, bullets bless him, That's a hallelujah
Rrrrr, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow
Slatt, slatt (Ayy, shoot it)
Choppa
