BIRDBOY

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)