Loww (feat. Yukmouth)

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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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Written by: Asad R., Jerold E.

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