YAMA

Chorus:

Ten checks, bout to flex on pedestrians
Your shit flopped, I don’t fuck with your investments
Your girls mouth’s my idea of refreshments
Reach for the moon just to hit em with a crescent
I hit Svetlana and your mama
You do misconduct, your ass find karma
Want pics? I charge, don’t you cause no drama
I’ll put you in the ground, get acquainted with Yama

Verse 1 (2nd):

Drunk bitches never tongue-tied, always tryna twist the tea
Riding with my dogs like we looking for a mystery
Found six bitches from Sicily, they held me down like Mr. T
Your lies keep seeping from your teeth, I think you need some Listеrine
Listen to me, oh my, I need morе in the weed supply
Because the spoons you got are silver, I will make sure you’re denied
I’m always on her CD right, I’m lucky, look Victini-like
And I’m an artisan of sorts, with you, the walls graffitied right
Made you shiver like I’m Xiu-Xiu
Fucking with me is really seeming like a lose-lose
My automatic’s a telescope you could view through
Come see heaven, promise it’ll only bruise you

Chorus:

Ten checks, bout to flex on pedestrians
Your shit flopped, I don’t fuck with your investments
Your girls mouth’s my idea of refreshments
Reach for the moon just to hit em with a crescent
I hit Svetlana and your mama
You do misconduct, your ass find karma
Want pics? I charge, don’t you cause no drama
I’ll put you in the ground, get acquainted with Yama

Verse 2 (DBLE_T):

I go crazy on the beat like I'm ODB
Hands up, got your money like I'm singing with Kelis
Say your peace, but I'm British, so I flip it, give the V
And you know I'm in control, cuz they copy-paste me
Give my girl what she need, now she need a perky
For the back pain, smoke a pack of loud, we relaxing
Flow like I'm shooting through the air, give you max pain
You a loan like a bond, while I bond like Alkanes
Gas like methane, when I'm done, your mum need a keepsake, yea yea
This be what we make, we can't change, can't make no remakes, yea yea
Find my groove, I move, I scratched out your tune like a DJ, yea yea
Come at me, then tonight, I'm fucking you up like Enrique, yea yea

Chorus:

Ten checks, bout to flex on pedestrians
Your shit flopped, I don’t fuck with your investments
Your girls mouth’s my idea of refreshments
Reach for the moon just to hit em with a crescent
I hit Svetlana and your mama
You do misconduct, your ass find karma
Want pics? I charge, don’t you cause no drama
I’ll put you in the ground, get acquainted with Yama