YAKK
I'm hiding you bruh, fuck outta here
Alright
Damn
"My brothers, and you will know my name is the law!
When I lay my vengeance upon"
(Let's go!)
Running up bands while I try to be the best
Did it on time ok, this my confess-
Ion riding round town you dead wrong
Nigga I won by a long shot
Ooh, pop never had interest in a huh, thot
Hit every shot like a aim bot
Are you a gangster? huh? not
Started off one day making some beats
Gained a little flow then I turned to a beast
Now look at me, doing nun but feats
Which ya hand out, nothings for free
Not even some of my trashiest beats
Authentic bitch, I had to release
Big on the winning I got another piece
Flock on the town while I snap on the beat
Bitch
I'm fucking ya hoe and stealing ya flow, we finna grow
Now I'm racking up the dough throwing shots to ya throat
At the end of this song you finna know who we is
Already hopping in the benz setting up trends, fuck you bitch, we is not friends
I'm fucking ya hoe and stealing ya flow we finna grow
Now I'm racking up the dough throwing shots to ya throat
At the end of this song you finna know who we is
Already hopping in the benz setting up trends fuck you bitch
We is not friends fuck you bitch, we is not friends aye
Lately been feelin a little bit crazy
I'm smoking this purple and it's making me hazy
Got yo bitch and she calling me baby
She doesn't know I got six other ladies
Got good pussy at the crib like a house cat
Smoking on good gas know you smell that
Sorry little nigga but you can't get yo bitch back
If you don't mind now I'm finna smoke this loud pack
Killed they whole now I take all they honeys
This shit ain't a game don't think that it's funny
Got yo ass beat now you look like a dummy
Yo bitch feel my dick all up in her tummy
Wrapped in my green I look like a mummy
Yo homies fruity they just like some gummy's
Lowkey bored wanna chill wit sun friends
Yo whats the move let me hit up Jaden
Ay, ay, ay, Call me back I'm busy
Did it and did it and did it again
Red and blue jays, them shits twin
Cruisin in the whip you know it spin
Fuck on my bitch and then call me yo friend
We runnin' our ones as soon as I can
The man wit a plan, and a dutch in my hand
You trippin, you really don't know what I am
605 be the mother fuckin code
Real pimp shit I don't need no hoes
Making my cash that just how it goes
Homie you trippin and it really shows
If I had my chance oh god lord knows
Straight to ya neck were I'm stabbin that hoe
Straight to the back where I'm stachin the pole
Six feet deep you slumped in a hole
Now you asleep forever alone
Bitch imma devil, in to deep cant call no reverend (uh huh)
And I'm just vibing on it, I'm just vibing, getting high I almost died up on it
Ok this forty on my hip so big niggas compare it to a blimp
If it's a problem then you split
Like a goddamn wig
Nigga, forty so big it's compared to a blimp
Nigga wanna act tough cuz he buff
But you ain't bulletproof
I leave a missing tooth
Leave you body dead with no blood, dead, nigga thought it's read dead
Red dead I'm dead bitch, walk around I'm mad bitch
ICKY bout to flex shit I put you in a casket like back to back fucking a bitch she on crack
Nigga the cops came so she stuffed the crack, she stuffed in her crack
Let's see
Stuffed it in her what bitch?
That bitch on some fuck shit
That hoe is my slut bitch
Pockets getting buff, bitch
Back up, back up if you buff bitch
Put in her butt bitch
What the fuck you on bruh?
I don't know that fuck sh-
Running up bands while I try to be the best
Did it on time ok, this my confess-
Ion riding round town you dead wrong
Nigga I won by a long shot
Ooo, pop never had interest in a huh, thot
Hit every shot like a aim bot
Are you a gangster? huh? not?
Started off one day making some beats
Gained a little flow then I turned to a beast
Now look at me, doing nun but feats
Which ya hand out, nothings for free
Not even some of my trashiest beats
Authentic bitch, I had to release
Big on the winning I got another piece
Flock on the town while I snap on the beat
Bitch
Alright
Damn
"My brothers, and you will know my name is the law!
When I lay my vengeance upon"
(Let's go!)
Running up bands while I try to be the best
Did it on time ok, this my confess-
Ion riding round town you dead wrong
Nigga I won by a long shot
Ooh, pop never had interest in a huh, thot
Hit every shot like a aim bot
Are you a gangster? huh? not
Started off one day making some beats
Gained a little flow then I turned to a beast
Now look at me, doing nun but feats
Which ya hand out, nothings for free
Not even some of my trashiest beats
Authentic bitch, I had to release
Big on the winning I got another piece
Flock on the town while I snap on the beat
Bitch
I'm fucking ya hoe and stealing ya flow, we finna grow
Now I'm racking up the dough throwing shots to ya throat
At the end of this song you finna know who we is
Already hopping in the benz setting up trends, fuck you bitch, we is not friends
I'm fucking ya hoe and stealing ya flow we finna grow
Now I'm racking up the dough throwing shots to ya throat
At the end of this song you finna know who we is
Already hopping in the benz setting up trends fuck you bitch
We is not friends fuck you bitch, we is not friends aye
Lately been feelin a little bit crazy
I'm smoking this purple and it's making me hazy
Got yo bitch and she calling me baby
She doesn't know I got six other ladies
Got good pussy at the crib like a house cat
Smoking on good gas know you smell that
Sorry little nigga but you can't get yo bitch back
If you don't mind now I'm finna smoke this loud pack
Killed they whole now I take all they honeys
This shit ain't a game don't think that it's funny
Got yo ass beat now you look like a dummy
Yo bitch feel my dick all up in her tummy
Wrapped in my green I look like a mummy
Yo homies fruity they just like some gummy's
Lowkey bored wanna chill wit sun friends
Yo whats the move let me hit up Jaden
Ay, ay, ay, Call me back I'm busy
Did it and did it and did it again
Red and blue jays, them shits twin
Cruisin in the whip you know it spin
Fuck on my bitch and then call me yo friend
We runnin' our ones as soon as I can
The man wit a plan, and a dutch in my hand
You trippin, you really don't know what I am
605 be the mother fuckin code
Real pimp shit I don't need no hoes
Making my cash that just how it goes
Homie you trippin and it really shows
If I had my chance oh god lord knows
Straight to ya neck were I'm stabbin that hoe
Straight to the back where I'm stachin the pole
Six feet deep you slumped in a hole
Now you asleep forever alone
Bitch imma devil, in to deep cant call no reverend (uh huh)
And I'm just vibing on it, I'm just vibing, getting high I almost died up on it
Ok this forty on my hip so big niggas compare it to a blimp
If it's a problem then you split
Like a goddamn wig
Nigga, forty so big it's compared to a blimp
Nigga wanna act tough cuz he buff
But you ain't bulletproof
I leave a missing tooth
Leave you body dead with no blood, dead, nigga thought it's read dead
Red dead I'm dead bitch, walk around I'm mad bitch
ICKY bout to flex shit I put you in a casket like back to back fucking a bitch she on crack
Nigga the cops came so she stuffed the crack, she stuffed in her crack
Let's see
Stuffed it in her what bitch?
That bitch on some fuck shit
That hoe is my slut bitch
Pockets getting buff, bitch
Back up, back up if you buff bitch
Put in her butt bitch
What the fuck you on bruh?
I don't know that fuck sh-
Running up bands while I try to be the best
Did it on time ok, this my confess-
Ion riding round town you dead wrong
Nigga I won by a long shot
Ooo, pop never had interest in a huh, thot
Hit every shot like a aim bot
Are you a gangster? huh? not?
Started off one day making some beats
Gained a little flow then I turned to a beast
Now look at me, doing nun but feats
Which ya hand out, nothings for free
Not even some of my trashiest beats
Authentic bitch, I had to release
Big on the winning I got another piece
Flock on the town while I snap on the beat
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Barber
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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