Lyrics:
hallways
I sniff the pack i drink the yack
Sorry momma but im never coming back
Red pill blue pill swallow one
I killed the cat what you think about that
blind
Imagine if u die you think she going to ride?
Niggas be mad got nothing precise
I'm in the back sipping yack enjoying life
Making burning the weed
em leakin wit da laser
Im sippin dat yack like a maafuckin player
Yung nigga juggin im boutta go major
Rizzy the rocket be shocking like tazers
on the dap
Cuz that Nina on my lap
Call my nigga Rico
He just got yellows back
Call my Nigga Bino
He popped a perk and sippin yack
Ion know what they was
I'm sipping on the flask
Tryna act right, while I'm hitting on that yack
But my minds all black just like past
(Minds all black just like my past)
gon' yack, yeah
And that's facts (And that's facts, and that's facts)
I did it again
Think I made another hit, yeah
I'm finna pull up
Finna pull up with
suckers get brushed off like plaque
All they do is yack and still I never heard one word
Only auto tuned slurs on the verge of unheard
This is how we kick
sipping on this yack
And its feeling like its morphine
International
I'm taking her on tour b
The plugs got the grub
And I'm ready for the call G
My ex ting
you shit if you don't give it back
Stop giving a fuck when I'm sipping on yack
I'm with a clique and we smoking a sack
Can't fuck with them benzos cause
Wime spend with a company contaminating jammed
With a pack crew as smooth as butter scamming
With a act feeling stupendous drink the pain away
And yack
Fetty
Heard the "Red Grin Grumble", acting like you get it
You know I yack before the show, like it's mom's spaghetti
Jack is still the never-snow, like
elbow you can call me ong-bak
Come and place your order but its all come back
You should've never moved whack
I black out off the yack took off so fast I
her muthafuckin snap
Best friend dancing in muthafuckin lap
Bottle to face till I muthafuckin yack
Baby mama asking for a matching stack
How I'm suppose
brain is at
So can you bring it back, like wippin cane to crack
Or maintain the yack while I lane change the lack
Didn't have any friends ever since I
the devil in me
You see, we're picking up the slack
Your demeanour lacks all integrity
Like cracks in a femur; but I have the remedy
You yack on in fever
aint passing blunt's im facing
Counting paper none stop
Sipping on lean getting smacked
Catch me in the back hitting yack
At the trap stirring up that
And I don't like a yat that is boring
Bring out the yack and I'm pouring
Drown my mind, and then I might
Splash if I'm balling
Can't wait till a mans
that I couldn’t smash, if I didn’t prey on the gram like I could in mass
I need an angel ass with waist tall tats
Can take all that, and make hoes yack
licky like lick it
From the back from the back yeah my niggas got my back
Why the popo on my back fuck 12 holla back
In the club sipping yack no I don't
I'd like to say fuck you
All of you whoever only treats me only from of their over patriotic freaks
I don't care what you preach
Yack all you like
With the movement
Remaining fluid
You niggas staying truant
Now I’m stumbling back
Off the Pliny’s Imma yack
In the cul-de-sac with my ninja
Homie wit
spenders
Party and drink like Prince wit us
Keep pouring yack I'm never finished
Turn it up, don't calm down
Burn it up, tear the club down
Swerve it up,
on my
I want Jason Voorhees to gack my yack
He turn around and I slap that ass
Freddy Krueger Has a burnt ballsack
Siren Head give nice head
Fuck Hailee?
off the yack nigga
Put your dead homey up in my seat
Open up the door and throw his ass out on the concrete
See you can't fuck with a killer though
You
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