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Yap Session Video (MV)




Performed By: Ek
Language: English
Length: 2:19
Written by: E K




Ek - Yap Session Lyrics
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I'm up I'm up
Lets go Lets goooo (Pipe up one)
Pipe up two
Hollon sit back while i talk, this a yap session
All this salt they throwing up on my name i'm turning diabetic
I'll probably let em
On my body
Hollon sit back while i talk, this a yap session (I'm talking shit)
All this salt they throwing up on my name i'm turning diabetic (I can't eat)
If a nigga drop a diss on me just i had to let em (Huhh)
Put chrome heart on my body for a hobby it he my aesthetic (My persona)
He don't even got motion for real, he is not kinetic (He just got potential)
F&N's and K's fill up the backseat it look alphabetic (Alphabet)
Your dawg ain't in the field cause he can shoot
Its cause he so athletic (He run so fast)
I mix wocky with this carbon drink
It look so synthetic (So pleasing)
Yea i heard his last tape
Man that shit so pathetic (Ohh yea i heard it, come on now)
Reach for a chain gone need loctician
Cause he gone surely dread it (Thats a bar)
They been sleeping on me
That same bed they use, ima make em wet it (Pissss)
I been sparring niggas
Soon as he get pass half-court tell my dog to press em (C'mere, Grrrrr)
Been on that corner so damn long i might as well shoot a three (Get my form right)
My vision ain't gone but to my left proably gone be seay (Thats a bar)
Every beat that i get on i'm burning calories (Calories)
He saying that i ain't the goat boy thats a fallency (Like come on now)
Kick the cup but i still rap about it
I guess that i miss her (I guess that i miss her)
She know i can blow that why she go
But i can't even kiss her (Can't never kiss her)
I don't gotta chase the heat a seek em
Blowing like a missle (Pew)
Everytime its beef my niggas eat
They even leave the grissle (Leave nothing)
Put green on top his head to leave red
Look like a bottle of crystals (Bottle of crystals)
Trying to figure out how he gone beat me
He stuck in a pickle (So stuck)
I put drip on everyday, i walk and leave a ripple (Uhhh)
Can't even this rap, i just shit talk on instrumentals nigga (Shit taking)
Hollon sit back while i talk, this a yap session (I'm talking shit)
All this salt they throwing up on my name i'm turning diabetic (I can't eat)
If a nigga drop a diss on me just i had to let em (Huhh)
Put chrome heart on my body for a hobby it he my aesthetic (My persona)
He don't even got motion for real, he is not kinetic (He just got potential)
F&N's and K's fill up the backseat it look alphabetic (Alphabet)
Your dawg ain't in the field cause he can shoot
Its cause he so athletic (He run so fast)
I mix wocky with this carbon drink
It look so synthetic (So pleasing)
Yea i heard his last tape
Man that shit so pathetic (Ohh yea i heard it, come on now)
Reach for a chain gone need loctician
Cause he gone surely dread it (Thats a bar)
They been sleeping on me
That same bed they use, ima make em wet it (Pissss)
I been sparring niggas
Soon as he get pass half-court tell my dog to press em (C'mere, Grrrrr)
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I'm up I'm up
Lets go Lets goooo (Pipe up one)
Pipe up two
Hollon sit back while i talk, this a yap session
All this salt they throwing up on my name i'm turning diabetic
I'll probably let em
On my body
Hollon sit back while i talk, this a yap session (I'm talking shit)
All this salt they throwing up on my name i'm turning diabetic (I can't eat)
If a nigga drop a diss on me just i had to let em (Huhh)
Put chrome heart on my body for a hobby it he my aesthetic (My persona)
He don't even got motion for real, he is not kinetic (He just got potential)
F&N's and K's fill up the backseat it look alphabetic (Alphabet)
Your dawg ain't in the field cause he can shoot
Its cause he so athletic (He run so fast)
I mix wocky with this carbon drink
It look so synthetic (So pleasing)
Yea i heard his last tape
Man that shit so pathetic (Ohh yea i heard it, come on now)
Reach for a chain gone need loctician
Cause he gone surely dread it (Thats a bar)
They been sleeping on me
That same bed they use, ima make em wet it (Pissss)
I been sparring niggas
Soon as he get pass half-court tell my dog to press em (C'mere, Grrrrr)
Been on that corner so damn long i might as well shoot a three (Get my form right)
My vision ain't gone but to my left proably gone be seay (Thats a bar)
Every beat that i get on i'm burning calories (Calories)
He saying that i ain't the goat boy thats a fallency (Like come on now)
Kick the cup but i still rap about it
I guess that i miss her (I guess that i miss her)
She know i can blow that why she go
But i can't even kiss her (Can't never kiss her)
I don't gotta chase the heat a seek em
Blowing like a missle (Pew)
Everytime its beef my niggas eat
They even leave the grissle (Leave nothing)
Put green on top his head to leave red
Look like a bottle of crystals (Bottle of crystals)
Trying to figure out how he gone beat me
He stuck in a pickle (So stuck)
I put drip on everyday, i walk and leave a ripple (Uhhh)
Can't even this rap, i just shit talk on instrumentals nigga (Shit taking)
Hollon sit back while i talk, this a yap session (I'm talking shit)
All this salt they throwing up on my name i'm turning diabetic (I can't eat)
If a nigga drop a diss on me just i had to let em (Huhh)
Put chrome heart on my body for a hobby it he my aesthetic (My persona)
He don't even got motion for real, he is not kinetic (He just got potential)
F&N's and K's fill up the backseat it look alphabetic (Alphabet)
Your dawg ain't in the field cause he can shoot
Its cause he so athletic (He run so fast)
I mix wocky with this carbon drink
It look so synthetic (So pleasing)
Yea i heard his last tape
Man that shit so pathetic (Ohh yea i heard it, come on now)
Reach for a chain gone need loctician
Cause he gone surely dread it (Thats a bar)
They been sleeping on me
That same bed they use, ima make em wet it (Pissss)
I been sparring niggas
Soon as he get pass half-court tell my dog to press em (C'mere, Grrrrr)
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