Yao

It’s the Poster child of smokin loud

Who step up to the mic and bless you wit some shit that’s So profound

Fuck some bitch I butcher chickens and I roast em down

And serve to homies while they faded

and they wolf it down

The boss siddhartha lost cause who leads the ensemble with shawshank bars

Rap game mirepoix I’m always in the sauce

Finally started winnin cuz I learned to take a loss

Me And sid be gettin loopy in the summertime

Hit the blunt inside then I pass it like I’m numbah nine

**** movin wocky I detect it like the other guys

Bad bitch she finna eat me up like truffle butter fries

Now she getting butterflies her last **** undersized

I undermine he on her body she wanna get undermines

I can’t feel a thing I mixed the purple with the lemon lime

Know it’s never mines when I see **** out here tellin crimes

Y’all really fucked up when you got me fully activated

I was just dippin a toe until I got acclimated

Let the cops put me in the car while I was actin faded

Then they took me out and turned around pulled out the strap and sprayed it

Now I’m activated cuz the shawty had me captivated

Rode it so good that i dapped her then ejaculated

New plug think I’m stupid takin half the bacon

doin too much so like Amazon I’m back to basics

Basically I been takin E pills starin vacantly

And shakin til I got sick of the pace of my complacency

Great taste like i move with some Freemasons

I’m late to my reservation and the matre d wait for me

You actin like you never hooped before I feel like Nike how I do it tho

My newest flow be soundin like I went to church in Tupelo

The king of this shit **** hear my tracks and need a loop it for the groupies who be twerking for a **** in some new cologne

She lookin mad fly with them red eyes I’m thinking she a Super hoe

She fuck with Me cuz I get stupid packs for the super low

Filet ya face then feign I’m in my feelings at yo funeral

You listen to my rhymes you learn some shit you never knew before

We be where the best at

The pack it be a headcrack

Gangsta you could test that

We hit you where ur neck at

Ayo Brodie where the L at

I’m Swervin in the hell cat

All these fuckin Brokies like subway cuz they bread lack

Swervin off the jack makin classics Louis vitton glasses

Coppin new batches servin it to the masses

Brodie copped some muddy Same color my new gas is

Bad bitch all she do is tik tok dances

Bad bitch but why she always workin on her thesis

My clapper use telekinesis to grab up all the pieces

Way i fleece this could be seemingly facetious and egregious

Me and YGB the perfect combination like Reese’s

I was with siddhartha loopin harder than that **** Bernie madoff

This shit a murder hit the afterburners then I take off

Goin so fast blew the muhfuckin paint off

And we be clappin rentys till those muhfuckers paid off

Take payoffs like I was a nypd lieutenant

Who gets breaded from planting evidence on all the defendants

And it’s pretty fuckin fitting in the way I rig a sentence

see the way I orchestrate it from beginnin to the endin