No Hook

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
Ook 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