No Hook

[Intro] 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) [Verse] 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 [Outro] Rrrrr, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow Slatt, slatt (Ayy, shoot it) Choppa