Yea Yea Yea
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Yea
[Verse 1: T Kapone]
Strike the cymbal and you crumble in fear
Hit the blunt and let the motha' f**ing devil steer
While a spanish baby s**ing me and shifts to fourth gear
I'm just tryna' get the f** out of this place right here , yea
This place is evil
Hit two girls call it a sequel
This flow is lethal spike your veins like a needle, I'm the h**n
Fight with a blind fold make it fair again
f** this sh** im getting arrogant, smoke on some asparagus
Experiment with lesbian simaritans and liquor is my therapist
I am a rookie but im getting nookie like a veteran
I'm f**ing and s**ing employees im David Letterman b**h
Imma slow down the count
Liquor and b**hes there ain't no max amount
This one bunny didn't know what i was about
So i puked on her and f**ed her made that p**y a fount-ain
Imma climb the game like a mountain
Imma keep going till i get the f**ing crown
And imma do it in blood like im the count
And the beat with the lyrics is what i am pounding
This one for the b**hes that let me hit it in tenth grade
You created a monster who's about to get his wealth gain
Imma purchase a hotel chain
Smoke and f** until i get chest pains
Sell grains in a twelve gauge
Check out my webpage
Spits nothing except rage
Help shape the game in my own way
Own way, own way, own way
[Verse 2: Nip$y & T Kapone]
Cup in my left, blunt in my right
Mix em both up tryna get my mind right
Keep ya eye on your b**h, I'll take her slight
Running through Asgard with the might of Thor
Start talking sh**, might find me at your door
I'm the core, I'm the veteran
Pull up at your b**hes house in some corduroys and a Letterman
Hit the door with a secret knock she know, she gotta let him in
Dropped her draws
Sight is unsettling
N I P S Y I stay f**ing meddling
f** a hoe so hard
Legs shaking like Ketamine
[Verse 3: T Kapone]
Hocus Pocus
Flows the dopest
Got b**hes wet like super soakers
b**h you know this
Flows the boldest
Spit cool my pubes are frozen so yo b**hes noses always stay the coldest
Hold it
The blunts we just rolled it
The money we just fold it
The game we control it
Your flows old and molded
So imma keep spitting and scolding
Your girl telling me to own it
f** up an opponent
The chosing zoning focused rap token has spoken
Putting p**y boys to sleep like melatonin
He's boning ripping of b**hes clothing it's a bonus
Give the opposing rap rodents my condolence I'm just on it
These other rapper dont want it my lyrics stay haunted , stay haunted
Told this girl she too fat and she slapped my Johnson
Start a riot with Logic, Mac and Action bronson
Leaving b**hes paralyzed like Mr. Swanson
Getting cheese like wisconsin you, condom
Imma motha f**in bomb them
Strike a palm upon them
These b**hes want a song up on them
Its like they nuts
Use pecan batons upon them,i mean peacan
Snort blow for the weeknd not the days the singer who be f**ing tweaking
Not even 21 but i be f**ing sneaking
I plug ya b**hes wholes like she leaking
What
[Verse 4: Nip$y]
Woke up from a drug induced dream
Snow in the sky
Powder in the seems of my clothes
I stay moving slow
But when I see the green, yea I gotta go
Bruce Banner with the motherf**ing gamma flow
Keep an eye on your girl or I'll mothaf**ing smash your hoe
Stop
Collaborate and drop
Now, watch how I walk
I ain't gonna stop
Going to the top
Prop up your girl like a coat rack
Ring up the next one and head to the sack
Hit it from the back
B1 battleship set to attack
This is the mothaf**in rap pack
Grab a backwood, a tray and a pack
Smoke it all up but imma get it right back
Countin paper like it's Dunder Mifflin
Now sit back and watch our mothaf**ing vision
Get in the way, that's a head on colission
I'm gone
[Outro: T Kapone]
Cup in my left hand, blunt in my right
Mix em' both up yea, tryina' get my mind right
Pull up freshly tardy
Do it till I get a motha f**in' Rauri'
Leave the pre-game to the party
Sippin' Bacardi
Poppin' pills like smarties