Lyrics:
Adam are you blacked out
Homies finna tap out
Jack abouta pass out
Pass the Jack and act out
Man I'm bouta yack now
Keep the fucking sound down
the time you're back I'll
Put it in the sack in the sack in the sack yeah I'll
Put it in the sack in the sack in the sack like
Yack I'mma yack I'mma yack
back)
Make it stack stack eat it like a snack (Like a snack)
Throw it up don't yack Henny coke back
Lemme boast no ghost bitch I rode that
When I'm
fact police were originally slave catchas
Fun fact strange fruit was because of Indiana
All racists do is go Yack Yack Yack
Reply with your palm go Smack
vanie pad af...
We in the game, this one is vanie Kaap af...
Al die laaities in my pad, os yack net nikey sake
Welcome to the Kaap, this one is vanie vlak
3.5 I'ma put it in a backwood
Nigga I don't really smoke but I be sippin' on my yack
She got a fetish for a hood nigga comin' out the trap
I be
can take you back
The thought of you lying on your back
It makes me wanna fuckin yack
YACK YACK
I don't even know what the fuck I'm lackin
Ride
the club throwing up that yack
All up in the club throwing up cognac
She don't want no nigga tell her how to act
She don't want no nigga tell her how
Damn how much weed you smokin'
Shit I lose count by mornin'
Why you talking instead of chokin'
Hold it all day
Yack yack yack
Staring into deep space I'm
Dicen que los yacks nos parecemos a molotov
Si escuchado por ahí me han hablado
Dicen que los yacks son unos copiones de lo peor
Que venga indecopi
would I yack but
How can I stack
And try to pay back
It always fall flat
A matter of fact
I'm back to that crack
Smacked on that lean
Back to that yak
I just hit a lick Op Pack no beenie
Shawty deep in that yack no genie
Bitch I'm going up
KiiNG tractor beam me
All of this work for the low no tax
She
several
They say yo body is a fine temple
But mine never been that way
Devil off my shoulders yeah I been relieving this back pain
Who speaking on Yack's
Don't know how to act when the dusse in my system
Bro just poured the yack it's yellow just like simpsons
Fucking her so good she claim that she was
Yack yack yack
Over a bottle Cognac
Another status symbol
Don't need all of that
I just need some liquor to throw back
Tonight I'm trying to skip all
back at it I clap back, aced the ten like I'm blackjack
Rap attack as I flash back, all on the floor like smack dat
You yackedy, yack, yack, yack crap,
Uhh, it's Family of Kings man
We taking over the game
Check rock nigga
Way too lit to be sippin' on Yack
Yankee fitted and its cocked to the back
Play with them packs and my cup got some yack that motherfucker smack that Motherfucker smack!
Shit we smoking we smoking just roll up the rest she fuck
straight to my head
I'm fucking this yat, She not a fed, She going straight to my bed
Walk in the local Bosser bought me some yack and a bottle of sprite
YACK YACK YACK
I bring down the building
(Building)
I'm getting my fix
(Getting my fix)
Tell all the the gang
(Gang, gang, gang)
Its gonna be lit
Double cup feel with the yack
You know how we coming
Heavy
My n****s rolling with machetes
Stay dangerous they all trynna get me
Heavy
They be hating
I
and
Pull a couple tracks out
I got the yack by the fifth
Got weed by the pound
So a groupie bitch is all a
Nigga need when I come around
Cause I only got
attack with her yack, yack, yack
She never offers her....kiss
And I want her, I want her, I-I-I-I-I
I want her, I want her, I-I-I-I-I
I want her, I want
Niggas wanna fuck with me, better tell them to blow their strap, uh
Niggas wanna fuck with me, better go hit a lick from the corner of the yack, yeah
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