Yakuza ft. KA$HAUN Lyrics

Fight

Niggas sweet like candied yams

Too polite fuck you ma'am, I'm the man

Pop these niggas like a can, shit get dark just like a tan

She blow a nigga like a fan, all white like the Klan

Never age like peter pan, Ni Hao, Kai-lan

Bury niggas in the sand, they sweet and salty Auntie Annes

Calculate my moves like I'm playing chess, speaking hot shit say it with yo chest

Choppa make a mess, seasoned like a vet

Curse these niggas like a motherfuckin' hex

And my team strong so we gotta flex

Burning holes in these niggas necks like a cigarette

Cardiac the only way I'm getting rest

I'm shootin' shit like I'm pressing X

Like some pebbles you know how we rocking

So much bread on me buy the whole store when I'm shopping

Aryeh put this shit in the speakers it's knockin'

He cooked this shit up yea he had to re-rock it

Don't get it twisted, me and my niggas is locked in

Like we opened a soda this shit started poppin'

We got three flavors and I am the cherry on top

We gon blow up like pearl harbor when we drop

I put C3 in a popo bag to start wars, I slam heads in a Porsche car doors

I push back to address y'all whores, I play fair to just even the scores

I tie necks with imbecile cords, I need rest to address y'all more

Your new bars got the whole squad bored, I mean snore

Like I'm really hard floored

I'm off the hinge just to break down the door, I need more to be passing the torch

Fuck the fame and fuck the hype and fuck the type of nightlife y'all pretend to like

Fuck your fam and fuck your crew and if you not cool

Mother fucker then it's fuck you too

Fuck your raps and fuck the cap and matter of fact to those opposed

Yeah it's fuck y'all back

You're shit whack I'm talking straight-up bad

Like it's pathetic y'all's brags are just blatantly trash

Like it's pathetic I don't really wanna say it no more

I make a bag and then I go ahead and make me some more

I take the cash and then I fucking go and bank out the store

I need breath in my chest just to handle my core

She top me off until my shit was numbing

I made the whole beat so you know that it's thumpin'

You keep talking shit and you best get to clutching

You keep talking shit and we gon' get to dumping

If Jiddy DiCaprio, I'm Gatsby

The shit on my wrist ain't brown, I'm too flashy

This an all-white fit got K's, I ain't ashy

I stay lit off tinder, you can't match me

I'm way too clean you niggas trashy

If you niggas want the smoke, my niggas know where the gats be

I been bodying beats I'm too nasty

And I know I been the best, you niggas don't gotta gas me

Suite Life fucked a bitch named Ashley

I been actually fuckin mad when y'all ask me who best from the east to the west

Y'all try hard and I still do better with less

I'm on par, bitch it's not a contest

I drop bars, bitch my pen my flex

I keep the pen on deck, this easy I don't get no stress

Like throat cancer bitch I'm coming for neck, cut my check

Ya best keep ya eye open, I upgrade like a kaiyoken

All of my money multiply times ten

I keep the steel, bitch I don't bend

Get out the mix, bitch you don't blend

I hit the switch, make this glock extend

I ain't gon lie, if you died I wouldn't cry but I'd pretend

You can't deny that I'm the man, I been solo like I'm Kylo Ren

Like Baby Keem I avoid your trends

Cut shit like a katana, me and my niggas we monsters

Samurai slice you're daughter, shogun shotgun slugs to your collar

Not no good fellas, yea we mobsters

Tommy gun singing like Sinatra, slice your tongue out if you don't speak proper

Let them bullets loose like a choppa, G-check cops cause I wanna

Oh where from? Go ahead drop 'em

No opps left, fuck all the talking

Tipping ain't no option take his parents out put 'em up for adoption

No men left, nobody rocking

Flaming fist of fury, no hotboxing

Nobody stopping me, chop heads like a butcher, clean the blade then swerve the meat

Take out his kneecaps, call that shit cheap

Tony took that tactic from me, call me a wise guy cause I'm more than a G

Sick of this shit, fuck with my niggas get hit with this clip

No matter what end call it a stick, bullet hit his temple but we say that he tripped

Keep it omertà we don't talk about shit, open your mouth and I'm fucking yo bitch