YAH! (+ 2) Lyrics

Yaoooww

I don't need a hook

These niggas dumb

Better read a book

I fuck yo bit all I gotta do is cook

I can't hold your hand bitch

I got the Arthur fist

They ask in why I'm so pissed

I'm just built like this

I got packs

in the fridge

And racks

for my kids

Lil bitch

Gone catch this dick

Right between

Her ribs

Ok ok I think

They got me twisted

Now it's up there's and it's stuck

And I just cannot quit it

Hunting for you pussies

Spinning yo block like fidget

Imma give you a broken wrist for Christmas

Aye put him in the arm bar

And hell nah bitch we ain't drinking

He tappin but I snapped it

Don't you trust it I'm a demon

Yah

Fuck these niggas talkin bout

Push up on yo block

Cuz you know I gotta run them routes

I hear you talkin loud

But really you just making sounds

Bitch yous a damn clown

Why don't you just pipe down

You'll get wiped out

When they bring them pipes out

Now what you was saying?

Oh yeah you so quiet now