Yung Slink - Jake the Dog

I was right
Holy defecation
Aight bet
Lada finna spin that shit
Yeah, like the way you do it right There
Got lil shorty droolin' like she new to High chair
Loving what we do should make a Movie right
Here
Homie tote a fuckin' beam like I Knew he Lightyear
I drop and they all like, "what'd you Do to my air?"
I turned your O2 into some fuckin' Fire
I can change the whole mood, turn The dark to light here
Or something like Bruce, turn the Dark to night
Yeah
And there I go when they got me lit, Uh
It's all in my tone when I'm talkin' Shit
Uh
I'ma keep you on your toes if you got Your fists up
Or I might just fuck your hoe off a Shot of liquor uh
So believe no piece of me joke
Fans feind like Stephen King to free Coke
Bees sting like I sting the beat, let me
Float
They seen all heat when DMG spoke
Receipts
I'll fuckin' bring if she told
Fake things about me, repeat and be Smoked
She think she can't be in my league, No, please hoe
She was seen with the team on knee Like Tebow Look
When I'm on, I'm finna get all the Options
Lurkin' in the shadows, my knuckles Are supersonic
Graphic-ass scene like a Motherfuckin' comic
An internet G, only slides electronic Was only 17 when I knew that I'm The top, bitch
I've been with the team, cookin' heat Up in the pot, bitch
Call it Hiroshima, she blow me like Atomic
It's all in her genes, cause she seem Like she toxic
It ain't no burden they heard of me When I'm burnin' them
Spit perfect like Pitch Perfect, I Murder them
Lit verses with big purpose, interpret Them
Or quit chirpin', lil' bitch, trippin Refer to the
OGs who turn this shit to a science Rhymin' ass, nigga, you dyin', I'm Multiplyin
Eyes in the sky higher than voice on Mariah
The prize of exposin' vices, will get You
Iced, bruh
Talk a lot I wanna cop a Rover or Drop the top on coupe
You can't afford, yeah
Not a lot of you have gotten closure Like Autobots, my drops have got The rollouts
Yeah, like the way you do it right There
Got lil shorty droolin' like she new to High chair
Loving what we do should make a Movie right
Here
Homie tote a fuckin' beam like I Knew he Lightyear
I drop and they all like, "what'd you Do to my air?"
I turned your O2 into some fuckin' Fire
I can change the whole mood, turn The dark to light here
Or something like Bruce, turn the Dark to night
Yeah
When I'm on, I'm finna get all the Options
Lurkin' in the shadows, my knuckles Are supersonic
Graphic-ass scene like a Motherfuckin' comic
An internet G, only slides electronic Was only 17 when I knew that I'm The top, bitch
I've been with the team, cookin' heat Up in the pot, bitch
Call it Hiroshima, she blow me like Atomic
It's all in the genes, cause she seem Like she toxic
Cause seem like she toxic
Cause seem like she toxic
All in her jeans, cause she seam like She toxic
All I'm her genes cause she seem like She toxic

Written by:
Demacio Gordon

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