Yak

[intro]
(Ha, ha yuhhh)

[Hook]:

P-P-Pack runner bitch i hop out that cat
My niggas outside, and they smokin blacks (Yeahh okay)
Ok, told em get yo shit back, yuh
Hit a jugg, took his flag, yuh (Mhmmmm)
That nigga going out sad, yuh
D-Damn, that shit whack, yuh
Im tryna count these racks, yuh
Y-Y-Yuh he all talk, nigga chattin
The Glock gon push yo shit back
Sippin on wock, we don't fuck with act
Dirty lean, yea im sippin on yak (Yak, ugh)
Hunnid round, Glocks, so he getting jacked
Off a flight feeling jet lagged
9mm bullets in this mag, (Yuh mag yuh mag huh mag yuh)

[Verse]:
That lil ho gon gag
Im with twin we up in LAX (Yuh in LAX)
We just might pop out at saks
Off of this perc make me feel relaxed
Nigga my son, nigga im yo dad (Yuh my son yuh)
20 bands, when i hop out that jaguar
Hang his ass up on that flatbar
Look at me in a hellcat car
Nigga run up we might blast ya
Nigga run up we might smash ya (Damn)
Hop out the muhfuckin whip then lets go
Sticks on me but them hoes for my bros
I really been thinkin bout how imma blow
(Hah) Im really serving that za that cold (Im rеally servin that za that cold)
(Ha yuhhhh)

[Hook]:

P-P-Pack runner bitch i hop out that cat
My niggas outside, and thеy smokin blacks (Yeahh okay)
Ok, told em get yo shit back, yuh
Hit a jugg, took his flag, yuh (Mhmmmm)
That nigga going out sad, yuh
D-Damn, that shit whack, yuh
Im tryna count these racks, yuh
Y-Y-Yuh he all talk, nigga chattin
The Glock gon push yo shit back
Sippin on wock, we don't fuck with act
Dirty lean, yea im sippin on yak (Yak, ugh)
Hunnid round, Glocks, so he getting jacked
Off a flight feeling jet lagged
9mm bullets in this mag, (Yuh mag yuh mag huh mag yuh)