No Hook (NBA Youngboy Diss) lyrics

by

NLE Choppa


[Intro]
Aye, Huh, Yeah, I don't even think y'all n*ggas ready
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (DJ Jazz n*gga)
They not ready brah
Tay, they ready?
Yeah, Yeah
Tay said no
Wait, Yeah (Real trap sh*t n*gga)

[Verse]
Beat a n*gga up, Like I'm playing Pac-Man
Choppa got a kickback, Leave him on a kickstand
n*gga call me doo doo, Yeah I'm the sh*t man
n*gga talking sh*t, So I fired on his b*tch 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 n*gga play imma hit him broad day, With a K
Make a n*gga go ah, Yeah
Do the race call it Tay-K, Yeah
f*cking on another n*gga bae, Yeah
Make a n*gga shake earthquake, Yeah
n*gga 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 di*k while my balls 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*gga, 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 di*k like that b*tch is an edible
I, I, I'm clutching my metal, Cook him like a vegetable (real trap DJ n*gga)
She eating my di*k 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 di*k 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*gga 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

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