Loww (feat. Yukmouth)
ASAD NITE
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Let's get it baby (look, look) Zilla, I spit hot fire like Dylon You can mob deep and I'm still beefin' like Saigon The icon, cooler than 'LL' with the mic on My right arm, I spit explosions like a pipe bomb You haters better let bygones be bygones I choke you niggas to death like a python Don't f*ck with me, just run it up with me I catch this buck fifty, cheek too cheek I tell my shooters, when to go Like kick the sneak (sheesh) Choppa sprayin' like an airbrush This thing could get real fucked up like Yeezy haircut Don't come near us nigga, only compare Yuk To the goats, Pac, Biggie, Nas, and Hov Drake, Kendrick, and Cole, Andre 3-triple-O's 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 Across the globe, I keep on moving like soul to soul (yo, yo, yo) What you see is the holy ghost and the holy grail Roll a L, screaming f*ck cancel culture and go chapel (run it back) What you see is the holy ghost and the holy grail Roll a L, f*ck cancel culture, go chapel- Glocks start spinnin' Clips they just filllin' Don't need a vest Shoot a foul Tech They just hard till they bringing out security Bringing out the X's for the O's Now they feelin' lean (ayy) Free smoke you gon' serve it like the nicotine (ayy) Broke the heart, don't need them coming and feelin' me (ayy) If he late still make sure I ain't trippin' (ayy) Servin' up a plate she said, "Wait put the tip in" (ayy) Picking out your team, choosing with a red dot Light it with ganja the way I make the block hot Ain't got a choppa, if I did It's coming from Morocco The way I make your crew and your girl belly dance 21 games, I'ma let the knife talk Boss up the game like you a Rick Ross Shakira diamonds shaking by the beat drop Once they under you, never let them up top Check the whole crew like they a Nike Give a dawg a brain freeze, I ain't talking Icee John Wick guns ain't speak lightly F*ck with Yukmouth, he gon' put you eight feet Glocks start spinnin' Clips they just filllin' Don't need a vest Shoot a foul Tech They just hard till they bringing out security Bringing out the X's for the O's Now they feelin' lean (ayy) Free smoke you gon' serve it like the nicotine (ayy) Broke the heart, don't need them coming and feelin' me (ayy) If he late still make sure I ain't trippin' (ayy) Servin' up a plate she said, "Wait put the tip in"
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