YAAK ft. LEØN Lyrics

Yo, mic check, one, two, check it Yeah, hey, word, check it

I be sippin' the gross shit Niggas don't know why I cause commotion

Bitch go with motions, fresh out emotions I ain't need a shorty, only need some footwear

Can a nigga get batty with some breasts

Tatted with the chest, nasty with the ass Back it when I ask, unmask the phantasm

Whack, I can't fuck that hoe, got no archin' In fact, that bitch look like she took some crack

Topped in a whip-ass, zoomin' in right past the cops

And they on her ass, she go swearin' to shit But an accident, she crashed a whip inside me

Dicks killin' six chicks and injurin' hick pigs Not even thinkin' bout her consequences

Like Spider-Man, I'm usin' my senses To figure out who danced and where the clown

Everybody sit down and listen to me round up the whole crowd

Bitch, yeah, sip a kayak till I yak Chillin' in the back Cadillac with the gas dog

I told that bitch I'd take her on a trip with no passport

I told that bitch I got the key to open the padlock

Told her I'm a good man with a lot of bad luck

Told her look me in the eye, she still wanted to fuck

I feel it though, till when I'm sad, her brother's stuck in the mud

I'm feelin' bipolar, like I'm dead with no drugs

I'm feelin' evil, like an evil when I'm pullin' a stunt

They wanna try it, but then when they got no time for they own

Truly, I'm like the roosters, turnin' stories to gold

Lotta wannabes, they coppin' me, they sellin' their souls

I'm on a roll, like where the sentiment go

They wanna know about my whereabouts, I tell them, don't worry about it

I'm bomb, like hurry, I got the sauce drip, what they talked about

I don't care about the business, like a dickhead's carryin' a cotton mouth

Pussy ass cakes is in this house, man, they not allowed

Nah, they not allowed, but I'm Rayquan with sharp shards

You drop bars so hard, each slice of the blade will leave your whole body scarred

So on guard, you better raise your weapon, on all guard

You gon' lose your whole life in a second

So I reckon, you better take a minute to go and create decisions

Like Akon with the Trouble Deluxe Edition

I know in no condition what I listen to

Mark-ass bitches, the real general

Romantic flows overthrown in a thunderdome

It's pitiful how niggas be thinkin' they runnin' juice, uh

The screws loose like the beat from the Bluetooth

On guard, nigga, what the fuck you gon' do

Weighin' me up, we bustin' off with the tutus

It's the motherfuckin' man I got

Took another turn at somethin' with the fuckin' anthem

I got the belt, you can see my motherfuckin' pants up

I see many blacks comin' at my sight

So anybody bettin' on my life can hit a dick

And I don't plead the fifth, I speak dog

This nigga spit is weak, dawg

He say he run the streets, but he don't really fight, dawg

I told him, wait, wait, you tryna slide, dawg