Nle Choppa No Hook Nba Youngboy Diss Lyrics


No Hook (NBA Youngboy Diss) by NLE Choppa

[Intro]
Aye, Huh, Yeah, I don't even think y'all niggas ready
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (DJ Jazz nigga)
They not ready brah
Tay, they ready?
Yeah, Yeah
Tay said no
Wait, Yeah (Real trap shit nigga)

[Verse]
Beat 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 imma 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 fun
When the ops see me, You know the goin' 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
Cooking them up like a fucking McGriddle
Saw me in the gang and you know that imma 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
2, 3 shots take em out with a bang
Back in the summer I didn't have a name
Now she sucking my dick while my balls be hanging
[?] choppa she say you slanging
Hit from the back have her change your language
Huh, Huh, What the fuck?
Bitch 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 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 clutching my metal, Cook him like a vegetable
She eating my dick like that bitch is an edible
I, I, I'm clutching my metal, Cook him like a vegetable (real trap DJ nigga)
She eating my dick like that bitch is an edible (the realest shit out the streets)
I'm clutching my metal, Cook him like a vegetable
She eating my dick like that bitch 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 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]
Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, Pow, Pow, Pow, Pow, pow
Slatt, Slatt (I shoot it)
Choppa

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