[Verse 1: King-ISO]: Killa keep it wicked For the niggas that be rippin' When they talking 'bout no bridges With the bottles in the club And I'm sick up in the mental So, I whip em then i sped off 'Fore I cook 'em with the griddle Like McDonald's when I grub I don't give a fuck about no local nigga rapping All you pussy niggas do is just go ride a niggas nuts And I'm feeling like Denzel, Washington because Put the body in the tub And a shotty to his mug Trainin' day Is how they got me living when I walk up on a nigga Like an ankle sprain And they so gay I'm ballin' on you bitches Niggas call me Scottie Pippen when you fadeaway They don't say Nothing 'bout the niggas from the Brain Cause my niggas put your brain on pavement Ain't no way Y'all niggas thuggin' Call your whole hood 50 Shades of Gray Fuck what you niggas spitting I cut up a nigga ligament Jumpin' inside the whip And they love it coz i'm a little schiz Someone come and get me a Ritalin Cuz nobody was dark and now you muthafuckas is feelin it, huh? Huffin and puffin like I was sniffin' shit Table of guns about to kill a bitch While yall niggas clubbin while I be on killa shit I need cigarettes and gorilla piss Call me ISO niggas All you niggas look up from your iphone nigga I leave a nigga twisted like a cyclone hit ya Sucka, talk shit, and Im gon' get ya Brain sick is the only shit I can feel You pussy niggas couldn't get into YOKA vile!
[Chorus] Team YOKA (repeats x7) Team YOKA-VILLE! Team YOKA (repeats x7) Team YOKA-VILLE!
[Verse 2: King ISO] Team YOKA, lean sippers, yola sniffers, bean poppers, drink vodka, stripper fuckin, trigga huggin, g droppin' Run up on a nigga with a beam option Tell a nigga that he got three options Keep watching me rockin C's droppin Sleep silent Gang green nigga we got this If yall sharks, we Lochness Please stop it Push white like a drunk chick, I had keys droppin' Bad bitches, pussy mean Sell that shit thats a mean profit And half them hoes ain't have to fuck, like an aqueduct, well imma keep dockin' My shit crack so the fiends cop it Your shit whack you can't be pompous Your diss track made me vomit, your set man I got green off it I run up on a nigga with a semi automatic then I'm in a nigga face for the cheese broccoli I fuck a nigga bitch & tell em suck a nigga dick 'cuz I be muthafuckin big when I be ski sloppin, ski sloping Hes potent Your bitch a B option Shes chocking, deep throating, so big that she vomits Throw that, throw that pussy like it was a free concert Start a line up number 13, team YOKA- villeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
