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letra de no hook (nba youngboy diss) - nle choppa

[intro]
aye, huh, yeah, i don’t even think y’all n-gg-s ready
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (dj jazz n-gg-)
they not ready brah
tay, they ready?
yeah, yeah
tay said no
wait, yeah (real trap sh-t n-gg-)

[verse]
beat a n-gg- up, like i’m playing pac-man
choppa got a kickback, leave him on a kickstand
n-gg- call me doo doo, yeah i’m the sh-t man
n-gg- talking sh-t, so i fired on his b-tch -ss
glock, freeze him up, yeah (huh, huh)
called that freeze tag
choppa leave him stuck, yeah, uh, that’s a diss man
if a n-gg- play imma hit him broad day, with a k
make a n-gg- go ah, yeah
do the race call it tay-k, yeah
f-cking on another n-gg- bae, yeah
make a n-gg- shake earthquake, yeah
n-gg- i’m real you fake, yeah
i be toting them glizzies, we love toting guns
i do it for real you do it fun
when the ops see me, you know the goin’ run
i hang out the window, shoot sh-t 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
cooking them up like a f-cking mcgriddle
saw me in the gang and you know that imma scope b-tch
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 b-tch rain
2, 3 shots take em out with a bang
back in the summer i didn’t have a name
now she sucking my d-ck while my b-lls be hanging
[?] choppa she say you slanging
hit from the back have her change your language
huh, huh, what the f-ck?
b-tch stop calling my phone
i hit her one time, then i leave her alone
i know i’m not right cuz i’m doing her wrong
just like a dog, i just wanna a bone
we making them serve, we serving the cone
i’m a real n-gg-, you cannot clone
i’m cold with this sh-t, like my first name was stone
i’m still a menace, wait, what the f-ck?
i am a devil, whole ‘nother level
i’m clutching my metal, cook him like a vegetable
she eating my d-ck like that b-tch is an edible
i, i, i’m clutching my metal, cook him like a vegetable (real trap dj n-gg-)
she eating my d-ck like that b-tch is an edible (the realest sh-t out the streets)
i’m clutching my metal, cook him like a vegetable
she eating my d-ck like that b-tch is an edible
back in 8th grade, i was lame, i was boosting
now i’m up in high school getting head from a tutor
used to be a father graduating to a shooter
shoot him in the head i’m trying to knock out his noodles
i’m a big dog, little n-gg- you a poodle
i sell a b-tch a dream, like my name young ruler
pop off like i’m martin, bullets bless him, that’s a hallelujah

[outro]
hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow
slatt, slatt (i shoot it)
choppa

- nle choppa

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