Birdboy

Aye, huh

Yeah

(I don't even think y'all niggas ready)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Sgull

(They not ready bruh)

(Tay they ready?)

Yeah, yeah

(Tay said no)

What?

Yeah

Huh, huh

Bullets hit a nigga up, like I'm playin' Pac-Man

Choppa got a kick back, leave him on a kick stand

Nigga call me doo-doo, yeah I'm the shit man

Nigga talking shit, so I fired on his bitch-ass

Glock freeze him up, call that freeze tag

Choppa leave him stuck, that's a bitch man

If a nigga play, Imma hit him broad day

With the K

Make a nigga go, ah, yeah

Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah

Fuckin' on another nigga bae, yeah

Make a nigga shake, earthquake, yeah

Nigga I'm real, you fake, yeah

I be totin' them glizzy, we love toting' guns

I do it for real, you do it for fun

When an opp see me, you know they gon' run

I hang out the window, shoot shit like Lebron

You know that I hit 'em, I had to get 'em

They thought I was bowlin', I had to split 'em

7. 62, cut him down the middle

Cookin him up like a fuckin' McGriddle

Saw me in the game, and you know that Imma score, bitch

Pull up with the gang

Twist a finger make it bang

To be honest, I'm an animal, I can't be tamed

Bullets fallin' out the sky, let that bitch rain

2-3 shots, take him out with a bang

Back in the summer, I didn't have a name

Now she suck on my dick while my balls be hangin'

Damn lil Choppa, she say that you slangin'

Hit it from the back, have her changin' language

Huh?

What the fuck?

Bitch stop calling my phone!

I hit her one time then I leave her alone

I know I'm not right, 'cause I'm doin her wrong

Just like a dog, I just want a bone

We makin 'em serve, we serve in a cone

I'm a real nigga, you cannot clone

I'm cold with this shit like my first name was stone

I'm still a menace

Huh? (what the fuck?)

I am a devil

Whole other level

I'm clutchin' my metal

Cook him like a vegetable

She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible

I'm clutchin' my metal

Cook him like a vegetable

She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible

I'm clutchin' my metal

Cook him like a vegetable

She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible

Back in 8th grade, I was lame, I was bruisin'

Now I'm up in high school getting head from my tutor

Used to be a fighter, graduated to a shooter

Shoot him in the head, I'm tryna knock out his noodles

I'm a big dog, little nigga you a poodle

I sell a bitch a dream like my name Young Ruler

Pop off, like I'm Martin Luther

Bullets bless him, that's a hallelujah

Hrrrrr

Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop

(They shootin')

Slatt, Slatt

Choppa