Yakuza ft. King Dewdrop Lyrics

Pussy bitches want the smoke

Looking at me like a joke

Saying that they in for life

But they wouldn't go for broke

He a bitch boy, thinking he a big boy

Just 'cuz he got guns and he plays around with big toys

Driving fast whips on the gram like he a rich boy

Using daddy's money just to flex a little bit more

Thinking he a gangster but he don't know what the clips for

Only clips he's shooting is some promo with his click, lord

Still he be saying I'm shit

Man the audacity up in this bitch

Still he be saying I ain't got a flow

But his girl dripping all over this dick

That means it's flowing like water, water

Same way I'm rapping and making these hits

I walk in the house and it's slaughter, slaughter

But I ain't 5'9" or Joell Ortiz

Damn, bitches be screaming SK is the man

Everytime coming with heat 'cuz I can

Get up and murder a beat, then go back to sleep, then wake up and do it again

Fam

Nobody's safe, hell I don't leave no witness

If you act shady, I might just go crazy, I'm running this shit like fitness

King of the flu that sick kid

Incubate motherfucking business

Cardiac couldn't handle beat

So a thousand beeps' what I'm hearing

Oil jaw on rendez voi

Pre-p-pare for dicking

Blow the backbone of yo head

KD SK be pushing limits

We're killing the G O A T masters with no pistol swing

Gun 'em down

Bitchass, we don't need somebody meddling

Rap culture vultures

As we're snacking on that melanin

Fuck Vlaams

Engels als de basis wij zijn slecht gezind

Fie fa foes where the hoes at

Thinking they the pillars but bro

They broos, e, no cap

Why you tryna blow, you don't know rap

Picadilly clothes we wearing what's soaked in show sweat