Aim Low (feat. Yukmouth) Lyrics

Nigga Yuk up in this mother fucker

And your boy Ill Justice regime life nigga that's right let's get it baby

uh huh look look look let's go

I spit hot fire like Dalon

You can mob deep and I'm still beefing like Sagon the icon

Cooler than LL with the mic on my right arm

I spit explosions like a pipe bomb explosions

Your records better let bygones be bygones

I'll choke you niggas to death like a python don't fuck with me

Just run it up with me

Or catch this buck 50 cheek to cheek

I'll tell my shooters when to go like Keek Da Sneak sheesh

Chopper spraying like an air brush

See you get real fucked up like Yeezy hair cut

Don't come near us nigga only compare Yuck to the goats

Pac, Biggie, Nas, and Hov

Dre, Kendrick, and Cole

Andre three triple 0

Not the head of my class but still I'm honor roll

One of the last rappers left that still ain't sold his soul cross the globe

I keep on moving like soul to soul yo yo yo

What you see is the holy ghost and a holy grail roll a L

Screaming fuck cancel culture and go Chapelle

What you see is the holy ghost and a holy grail roll a L

Keep going Yuk fuck cancel culture and go Chapelle Zella

I got it from here don't be run your mouth while you're sitting on the couch

I'm the type will coming to your house

See I'm the type will put a gun to your mouth

Dare you to speak then ask you what the fuck you talking bout nigga

Now your sweating and trying to think of something but nothings coming to mind

I'm serious about fucking with mine

In time your going to learn I'm as deadly as they come and you got nowhere to run that's right

The bully's in your living room

Shit I fucked you whole a day this will put you in a different mode

I'm a different dude

And if I got to prove that I am I ain't got shit to lose, you feel me

Fuck around and kick you 65 inch off the stand

So what's your plan now you really want to throw the hands

Come on man you don't want to squabble

Give him a warning shot catch him in the knee man and watch him gravel

That will teach you to keep fronting

Don't make me have to go up side your mother fucking head with something I'm loco

Hit him with a chair put him in a choke hold

Got him in the cobra clutch nigga oh no

Slam him on his weed plate with the cheese steak

Your bleeding all over my 73"s for pete sake

Now what you want to say, you want to talk now

With the hallow in your leg I think you going in shock now

Pipe down I don't really want to hear you cry like this was a joke

Like this was a hoax when your dealing with these folks

I'm a ask you one more mother fucking time do you really want this smoke