NLE Choppa - Birdboy lyrics

Aye, huh Yeah (I don't even think y'all n***as 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 n***a up, like I’m playin' Pac-Man Choppa got a kick back, leave him on a kick stand n***a call me doo-doo, yeah I’m the sh** man n***a talking sh**, so I fired on his b**h-a** Glock freeze him up, call that freeze tag Choppa leave him stuck, that’s a b**h man If a n***a play, Imma hit him broad day With the K Make a n***a go, ah, yeah Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah f**in' on another n***a bae, yeah Make a n***a shake, earthquake, yeah n***a 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 sh** 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 f**in' McGriddle Saw me in the game, and you know that Imma score, b**h Pull up with the gang Twist a finger make it bang To be honest, I’m an animal, I can’t be tamed b**h fallin’ out the sky, let that b**h rain 2-3 shots, take him out with a bang Back in the summer, I didn’t have a name Now she s** 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? (*Ringer*) What the f**? b**h 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 n***a, you cannot clone I'm cold with this sh** like my first name was stone I'm still a menace... Huh? (What the f**?) I am a devil Whole other level I'm clutchin' my metal Cook him like a vegetable She eatin' my dick like that b**h is an edible I'm clutchin' my metal Cook him like a vegetable She eatin' my dick like that b**h is an edible I'm clutchin' my metal Cook him like a vegetable She eatin' my dick like that b**h 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 You could 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 n***a you a poodle I sell a b**h a dream like my name young ruler Pop up like a mark Bullets bless him, yes a hallelujah Hrrrrr Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop (They shootin') Slatt, Slatt Choppa