Lyrics:
fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie
fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie
person poster, your past
Orchestrated by the mind of a
Maniac hack and slash
Half the raps in my repertoire body
Parts in my dresser drawer
Man just can't
Checked in with my people and they still
Screaming "Fuck 10+2", this shit is real
Show me all the jobs that you claim that we steal
Tell me have you
bizarre
I know what
Your cravings are
Though I won't be
Your come up
There are no hoes
In my savings jar
I just find it so odd
With unemployment you
Have no
on your broom
And get out of my city
My kids won't be groomed" (Uh, uh)
Bunch of beta boys support CRT
Couple screws loose, y'all are retarding
And you vote
isn't it boys?
It's been a while since we left our toys, the poise that becomes a noise
Big D has to call me to meet me,
Instead of coming to my place,
boys, they might shoot back at the red dawgs (oh)
I tell 'em plot plans, strategize, organize (yeah)
Immobilize a secret army and stay unified
How we
we go take us some lives 'fore we go take it to law
Boy I got fire in my eye, look at me see gauges go off
Watch how you come at your fate, nigga
looks like a car crash, Making magic from trash
Knock on my door and I tell you to come in
Got socks in the oven...I bake em with lovin'
My crew be so
my niggas)
Say it again what I tell yall (Tell em)
All I wanna do is ball lawd (Yea yea yea yea)
Yeah
fuck even night time
See all this food it all be mine
(Verse)
I be that nigga on cloud 9 talkin to my self
Just chill I’m all fine by myself
Want
life on display it was nudity
New to me, lunacy
Took my old name had eulogy musically
Now i go by Dax i Rip tracks like it's gas
Why they call me ass
Cuz
give a f**k
All I wanted was to get up in that chic and bust a nut
She left my place, I never thought to call her back
Hit my boys up instead to tell 'em
give a f**k
All I wanted was to get up in that chic and bust a nut
She left my place, I never thought to call her back
Hit my boys up instead to tell 'em
the news, check the views
Truth is misconstrued
On the Twitter talking bitter
Who gon’ trust in you
Word by my side, yeah
That’s my worldview
Looking
the difference in us has allowed you
To do what you want every time I'm around you
It depends on my income
My life been surrounded by the blocks I been from
Trying
mama
Where does daddy go when he leaves here
Well mama tells her little man your daddy's got a job
And when he goes to work they pay him for his
You're fightin' for attention, I've got the riddlin'
I've got the hope, boy, I'm the middle-man
Let me show you my Supply, yeah you need to know 'em
He
a shuttle
He swear he the shit, I don't smell em
Fuck what you tell em
I hope he ain't come here to wrestle
I rock and roll with heavy metal
He gone need some
flame to the Bar
I'm not one for the games with my heart
I'll make a hoe gold chain turn to tar
If you want to set a record go far
No one can tell you
complain bout her job
How the fuck you niggas sheisty? You ain't never had to rob
I just sit back smoke this wood, reminiscing bout my dawgs
I get high smoke
Open up from within
You just gotta breathe deep and let it in so we tell em
Let it in
Set your soul free
Let it in
Set your soul free
Let it in
Set your
Strikin' em out like I'm throwing out pitches
Rags to riches, mountains from ditches
Time to put on in my big boy britches
Get 'em all hooked no spells no
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