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No Hook
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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 (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
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