Yield for Pedestrians

Bitch it's Kar you know I'm back up in my bag
410 bodymore is where I'm at
Boy you pussy tell it by the way you act
You a rat now you food it's a wrap
Tell your bitch to get the fuck up out my face
Never care to put a hoe up in her place
Need a shorty who can really throw the weight
Thick bitch eat the dick and cook a steak
Fuck the Pork
In the north
In the porche
You a dork
On the porch
In some shorts
Niggas sparking in the dark
And getting torched
You a nark
If niggas bark
You feeling hoarse
Getting to it
Ain't nothing for me to do it
Dripping hard ain't nothing else i could be doing
Fuck your side me and money we congruent
Cash talker bag language speak it fluently
Walk inside the bank somehow they knew it's me
I'm so fucking hot but my heart 2 degrees
Maybe I'm so hot cuz i be rapping heat
Or maybe I'm so hot cuz your bitch gassing me
You could never this hot you don't speak stackeneze
Nigga you ain't hot you work at Applebee's
You worried bout a lot my nigga stack ya cheese
Gon do your thing imma be doing me
Pussy



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Writer(s): Bukar Mayo
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