Yeah
One more take, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Me my brothers left the fucking market
Full of spark its and some Dutch's
Fuck a auto
We just stick it, drive it, clutch it, burn it
On some V shit
Hotbox we don't see shit
Piggy's got some heat tec
Zooming with this V-TECH
Gut chu with this nice slit
Shini got the nightshift
The mula is some good shit
Some pussy that some good shit
But lately I've been freaking out
Feel like I've been peaking now
What the fuck is a sound
Don't talk about no fucking where a bouts
Shifting frequent like a wave
That's why I'm not two people the same
And my vocal tone is expression of my name
Y.A.G.I
You keep it on your mind
And smoke a cigarillo when it snows
But you got to know
Me my brothers left the market
The corner corner market
With some Spark its Dutch's
Fuck a auto clutch it, burn it, drive it
Me my brothers left the market
The corner corner market
With some Spark its Dutch's
Fuck a auto clutch it, burn it, drive it
I just taped on some nic strips now my neurons so dizzy
The piggies in the back tail I roll down let that tec leak
I catch myself a headshot, Nuutella got that kill streak
Just earned that number five star
Pull out the rocket launcher and I click on the trigger, blow up the marranos
They calling the choppers and tanks but I type in the code so I get no damage
Stomp on the petal with Yagi and Death G and roll up the tinted windows
Drive to the sunset away from the drama await for the stars to cool down
Fresh out the market
Smoke that ciggy in my pocket
Pentagram on my carpet
I'm the Reaper with the darkness
Death wearing black
Wearing chains down to my sack
Kill the god with my gat
Kill my pride cause I can
Save me from my crazy state
Never never feeling hate
Save me from this fucking place
Hidden inside of my brain
Nicotine inside my vein
Feel the rush, feel the rush
Syrup in my slush
Fungi in my tea
Turn my brain to mush
Third eye I can see