Hah, grrr, back
Woah, huh, woah, yeah!
Yeah, huh. Woah, yeah!
Yeah, huh, Yatta! Back!
Grrr, back, woah!
I feel like Sosa with these dreads up in my head
I go insane (Yeah)
Get knocked over, too much blood up on your shirt
It leave a stain
I’m the new wave, yall was styling
So don’t got it, need a cane (Cane)
Gettin my money, all about my chicken
I ain’t talking Cane’s (Let’s go!)
I got a brand new low
Scope in his hand, like buffalo (Grrra!)
She falling for me like Dominos
Now she on the poll, like it’s time to vote
I got a top row place with the trunk
Yall still {?} your trunk
Pockets too fat my kicks got a lump (Woah)
Your music trash, throw it in the dump, woah (Trash)
{?} his head, I bet that he will not survive (Boom, boom, boom, boom!)
I can see right through you, you not that, you not that guy (You’re not that guy!)
She’s like “That’s Yatta, oh my god, yeah he’s so fine” (Oh my god, woah!)
But he’s a demon cutting your block, and he gon slide (Let’s go, let’s go ,let’s go!)
I might slide on that, like twice (Twice!)
My flow mean, but my style nice
Hail Mary jeans, they black not white
Girl name Susie, she white like rice (Like rice!)
I got the time to get these bucks (Time)
I don’t got time to play and fight (Yeah!)
She said she just left LA
I told shawty just come slide (Oh my god, woah!)
Baby, just slide real quick
I’m with the mod, it’s lit (The mob)
Settle, just drive real quick (Just drive)
Play with the mob, get spent (Grrra!)
You talking crazy by the mind
You gon get popped real quick (Pop, pop!)
We come in abundance, you know we coming deep
It’s like 5 times 6 (30, 30!)
Yeah, woah, yeah
Diamonds red and blue (Red and blue!)
Oh, yeah
Who the heck are you? (We don’t know you!)
Huh, yeah
Jay he got that too (Yeah, yeah!)
Oh yeah
To the back I go like Zoom (Zoom, zoom!)
I make big dubs, I don’t lose (Don’t lose, lose)
And I’m balling like the crew (Cash!)
And I do it with my crew
Hold up- we shoot it just like it’s a movie
Racks, racks, racks
Gotta get in the racks, racks, racks (Yeah!)
Yeha, I’m getting that paper
My boys got rulers, extensions
Again, them mac mac macs
{?} school yeha, like a teacher
Oh, school? I ain’t tryna go back
And they had stabbed me in the back
So I had to cut them off, had to detach
{?}, get a dispatch
In my own lane, I don’t do zig-zags (Oh my god, woah!)
Say you better than me? Better stop it
My whole gang, they say they be so toxic (Facts)
Then I get in it, I feel like {?}
And your girl want me, cause I am popping (Yeah!)
Popping like kettle, rowdy, no rebel
It get crazy in the mosh pit
I cannot settle, se I’m getting medals
Cause I’m a pro, ain’t talking logic
Yatta!
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