Yuh
Yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh
Once I blow and do it to 'em, I got tickets for the low
She indecisive, soon as she pull up, man, you already know
"Why you rap like that?" 'Cause, bitch, I got, like, all of nem flow
Career of literally every style, and you know I'm from the 'Go
Ayy, but f*ck that shit, make yo' mind up, bitch you comin' through
Front on what? The samurai, lookin' like yo' dreams is comin' true
I'ma play yo' songs, sing along, and act a f*ckin' fool
You a baby mama, bring the babies and the babysitter to us, swear to God
Y'all gon' see some things, y'all gon' see some things, yuh, yuh
Y'all gon' see some things, y'all gon' see some things, yuh, yuh
Don't hallucinate, Lupe super duper ate
Cookin', and he lookin' like he lift some super duper weight, yuh
Y'all gon' see some things, y'all gon' see some things, yuh, yuh
Y'all gon' see some things, y'all gon' see some things, yuh, yuh
Man, that nigga look strong as hell
And he did "Mural", that shit long as hell
Pick a city, he gon' demonstrate his skillset
This a thrill, super sober, and he ain't even pop a pill yet
Turn my mic or mace up, actin' like you got a fear of death
Hit the merch booth if you gotta spin it like a pirouette
Top-notch, shorty got songs
Success won't leave me alone (for real)
And that smoke cap, no hat, so fast, no rap
Flow rap, flow mast, rode that boat back for yo' track
Slow that dope-ass verbiage
Ya already know that
My Atlanta shows a whole lot less than the struggle
Shouldn't have to tell you school, unless your 'cause a lawyer
Brought smoke, y'all know the ropes on the highway in that shelter
For success, I'll get the stage kicked out of all of my concerts at the rib
Y'all gon' see some things, y'all gon' see some things, yuh, yuh
Tryna see some things, tryna see some things, yuh, yuh
He said he knew the song as well
But you ain't know the words, you was wrong as hell, look
Ayy, we gonna drop a mixtape on the tour
It's only gon' be ten copies per city
First ten people that spend over a hunnid dollars at the merch booth get a copy
That's it, move
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Yuh
Yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh
Once I blow and do it to 'em, I got tickets for the low
She indecisive, soon as she pull up, man, you already know
"Why you rap like that?" 'Cause, bitch, I got, like, all of nem flow
Career of literally every style, and you know I'm from the 'Go
Ayy, but f*ck that shit, make yo' mind up, bitch you comin' through
Front on what? The samurai, lookin' like yo' dreams is comin' true
I'ma play yo' songs, sing along, and act a f*ckin' fool
You a baby mama, bring the babies and the babysitter to us, swear to God
Y'all gon' see some things, y'all gon' see some things, yuh, yuh
Y'all gon' see some things, y'all gon' see some things, yuh, yuh
Don't hallucinate, Lupe super duper ate
Cookin', and he lookin' like he lift some super duper weight, yuh
Y'all gon' see some things, y'all gon' see some things, yuh, yuh
Y'all gon' see some things, y'all gon' see some things, yuh, yuh
Man, that nigga look strong as hell
And he did "Mural", that shit long as hell
Pick a city, he gon' demonstrate his skillset
This a thrill, super sober, and he ain't even pop a pill yet
Turn my mic or mace up, actin' like you got a fear of death
Hit the merch booth if you gotta spin it like a pirouette
Top-notch, shorty got songs
Success won't leave me alone (for real)
And that smoke cap, no hat, so fast, no rap
Flow rap, flow mast, rode that boat back for yo' track
Slow that dope-ass verbiage
Ya already know that
My Atlanta shows a whole lot less than the struggle
Shouldn't have to tell you school, unless your 'cause a lawyer
Brought smoke, y'all know the ropes on the highway in that shelter
For success, I'll get the stage kicked out of all of my concerts at the rib
Y'all gon' see some things, y'all gon' see some things, yuh, yuh
Tryna see some things, tryna see some things, yuh, yuh
He said he knew the song as well
But you ain't know the words, you was wrong as hell, look
Ayy, we gonna drop a mixtape on the tour
It's only gon' be ten copies per city
First ten people that spend over a hunnid dollars at the merch booth get a copy
That's it, move
Yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh
Once I blow and do it to 'em, I got tickets for the low
She indecisive, soon as she pull up, man, you already know
"Why you rap like that?" 'Cause, bitch, I got, like, all of nem flow
Career of literally every style, and you know I'm from the 'Go
Ayy, but f*ck that shit, make yo' mind up, bitch you comin' through
Front on what? The samurai, lookin' like yo' dreams is comin' true
I'ma play yo' songs, sing along, and act a f*ckin' fool
You a baby mama, bring the babies and the babysitter to us, swear to God
Y'all gon' see some things, y'all gon' see some things, yuh, yuh
Y'all gon' see some things, y'all gon' see some things, yuh, yuh
Don't hallucinate, Lupe super duper ate
Cookin', and he lookin' like he lift some super duper weight, yuh
Y'all gon' see some things, y'all gon' see some things, yuh, yuh
Y'all gon' see some things, y'all gon' see some things, yuh, yuh
Man, that nigga look strong as hell
And he did "Mural", that shit long as hell
Pick a city, he gon' demonstrate his skillset
This a thrill, super sober, and he ain't even pop a pill yet
Turn my mic or mace up, actin' like you got a fear of death
Hit the merch booth if you gotta spin it like a pirouette
Top-notch, shorty got songs
Success won't leave me alone (for real)
And that smoke cap, no hat, so fast, no rap
Flow rap, flow mast, rode that boat back for yo' track
Slow that dope-ass verbiage
Ya already know that
My Atlanta shows a whole lot less than the struggle
Shouldn't have to tell you school, unless your 'cause a lawyer
Brought smoke, y'all know the ropes on the highway in that shelter
For success, I'll get the stage kicked out of all of my concerts at the rib
Y'all gon' see some things, y'all gon' see some things, yuh, yuh
Tryna see some things, tryna see some things, yuh, yuh
He said he knew the song as well
But you ain't know the words, you was wrong as hell, look
Ayy, we gonna drop a mixtape on the tour
It's only gon' be ten copies per city
First ten people that spend over a hunnid dollars at the merch booth get a copy
That's it, move
Writer: Wasalu Jaco
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group