BIRDBOY - NLE Choppa

Ayy, huh?

Yeah

I don’t even think y’all niggas ready

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (DJ Jazz, nigga)

They not ready, bruh

Tay, they ready?

Yeah, yeah

Tay said no

Wait, yeah (Real trap shit nigga)

Bullets hit a nigga up like I’m playing Pac-Man

Choppa got a kickback, leave him on a kickstand

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, yeah (huh, huh)

Called that freeze tag

Choppa leave him stuck, yeah, uh, that’s a diss, man

If a nigga play, I’ma hit him broad day with a K

Make a nigga go ah, yeah

Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah

Fucking on another nigga bae, yeah

Make a nigga shake, earthquake, yeah

Nigga, 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 shit 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 fucking McGriddle

Saw me in the gang and you know that I’ma scope, bitch

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 bitch 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 dick while my balls be hanging

choppa she say that you slangin'

Hit from the back, have her change her language

Huh, huh?

What the fuck?

Bitch, 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 nigga, you cannot clone

I’m cold with this shit like my first name was Stone

I’m still a menace, wait, what the fuck?

I am a devil, whole 'nother level

I’m clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable

She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible

I, I, I’m clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable (real trap DJ nigga)

She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible (the realest shit out the

streets)

I’m clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable

She eatin' my dick like that bitch 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 nigga, you a poodle

I sell a bitch 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