| Ayy, huh, yeah
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| (I don’t even think y’all niggas ready)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| SGULL
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| (They not ready, bruh, Tay, they ready?)
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| Huh, yeah, yeah
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| (Tay said, «No»)
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| What? |
| Yeah
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| (Huh, huh)
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| Bullets eat a nigga up, like I’m playin' Pac-Man (Yeah)
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| Choppa got a kick back (Yeah), leave him on a kick stand (Huh, yeah)
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| Nigga call me doo-doo (Huh), yeah, I’m the shit, man
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| Nigga talkin' shit, so I fired on his bitch ass (Yeah, yeah)
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| Glock freeze him up, yeah (Huh, huh, huh, huh)
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| Call that freeze tag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Chopper leave him stuck, yeah (Wait, wait)
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| That’s a glitch, man (Yeah, yeah)
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| If a nigga play, I’ma hit him broad day with the K
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| Make a nigga go, «Ah,» yeah
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| Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah
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| Fuckin' on another nigga bae, yeah (Huh, yeah)
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| Make a nigga shake, earthquake, yeah (Huh, grrr)
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| Nigga, I’m real, you fake, yeah
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| I be totin' them glizzies, we love totin' guns
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| I do it for real, you do it for fun (Yeah, huh, yeah)
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| When an opp see me, you know they gon' run
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| I hang out the window, shoot shit like LeBron
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| You know that I hit 'em (Huh), I had to get 'em (Huh, huh)
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| They thought I was bowlin', I had to split 'em (Yeah)
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| 7.62 (Yeah), cut him down the middle
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| Cookin' him up like a fuckin' McGriddle (Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh)
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| Sub me in the game
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| And you know that I’ma score, bitch (Huh)
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| Pull up with the gang, twist your finger, make it bang (Yeah, yeah)
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| To be honest, I’m an animal, I can’t be tamed (Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah)
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| Bullets fallin' out the sky, let that bitch rain (What?)
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| 2−3 shots, take him out with a bang (What? Yeah, huh, yeah)
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| Back in the summer, I didn’t have a name (No)
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| Now she suck on my dick while my balls be hangin' (Slob, bitch, slob)
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| Damn, lil' Choppa, she say that you slangin'
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| Hit from the back, have her changin' language
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| Huh, huh?
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| (*Ringer*)
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| What the fuck?
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| Bitch, stop calling my phone! |
| (Yeah)
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| I hit her one time then I leave her alone (Huh)
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| I know I’m not right, 'cause I’m doin' her wrong
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| Just like a dog, I just wanna bone (Rrrr)
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| We makin' 'em serve, we serve in a cone (Yeah, yeah)
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| I’m a real nigga, you cannot clone
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| I’m cold with this shit like my first name was stone (Yeah, yeah)
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| I’m still a menace (Huh?), wait (What the fuck?)
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| I am a devil, whole other level (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I’m clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable (Huh)
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| She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I’m clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable (Hold up)
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| She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible (Hold up, hold up, hold up,
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| hold up)
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| I’m clutchin' my metal, cook him like a vegetable (Hold up, bro)
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| She eatin' my dick like that bitch is an edible
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| Back in 8th grade, I was lame, I was boostin' (Huh, huh, huh)
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| Now I’m up in high school gettin' head from my tutor (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Used to be a fighter, graduated to a shoota (What?)
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| Shoot him in the head, I’m tryna knock out his noodles (Yeah, yeah)
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| I’m a big dog, little nigga, you a poodle (What?)
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| I sell a bitch a dream like my name Young Ruler
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| Pop off, like I’m Martin Luther (Huh, huh)
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| Bullets bless him, that’s a hallelujah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Hrrrrr
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| Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
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| (They shootin')
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| Slatt, slatt
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| (Choppa) |