- NLE Choppa BIRDBOY 歌詞
- NLE Choppa
- Ayy, huh, yeah
(I don't even think y'all ****** 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 ***** up, like I’m playin' Pac-Man
Choppa got a kick back, leave him on a kick stand
***** call me doo-doo, yeah, I’m the s**t, man
***** talkin' s**t, so I fired on his ***** ass
Glock freeze him up, yeah
Call that freeze tag
Chopper leave him stuck, yeah
That’s a glitch, man
If a ***** play, I'ma hit him broad day with the K
Make a ***** go, "Ah", yeah
Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah
******' on another ***** bae, yeah
Make a ***** shake, earthquake, yeah
*****, I'm real, you fake, yeah
I be totin’ them glizzies, we love totin’ 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 s**t 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 ******' McGriddle
Saw me in the game
And you know that I'ma score, *****
Pull up with the gang, twist your finger, make it bang
To be honest, I’m an animal, I can’t be tamed
Bullets fallin’ out the sky, let that ***** 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 **** while my b***s be hangin'
Damn, lil Choppa, she say that you slangin'
Hit from the back, have her changin' language
Huh, huh?
What the ****?
*****, 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 wanna bone
We makin' 'em serve, we serve in a cone
I'm a real *****, you cannot clone
I'm cold with this s**t like my first name was stone
I'm still a menace (Huh?), wait (What the ****?)
I am a devil, whole other level
I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable
She eatin' my **** like that ***** is an edible
I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable
She eatin' my **** like that ***** is an edible
I'm clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable
She eatin' my **** like that ***** is an edible
Back in 8th grade, I was lame, I was boostin'
Now I’m up in high school gettin' 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 *****, you a poodle
I sell a ***** 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)
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