Yucca feat.Hugh Anthony Disward (小野大輔) - STRATOSPHERE

Dropping that flow
Feel like a rocket I go
Up in the stratosphere feel like I'm baddest here
Fill up my tank I'm outta here ho

I'm adamant, though
Kid hit his mark like a javelin throw
Flow be so butter like latherin' toast
Up this ladder I'm climbing, I'm shattering goals
Shouts out to Dotson
Compliment beats with my flattering flows
I'm fresh 'till finish, the greatest like Guinness
If I do not win it, it had've been close, woah
Feeling like a photo finish
Finna freeze frame on a mothafucker, snap it like a kit kat, hoe
Ke$ha way I tik tok
Best bet I'm under pressure, fresher than a tic tac, tho
Muffin man I get that dough
Get my O's in a row like a tic tac toe
Mufucker turn on the words
Get the thermometer 'how he get that froze?'

Mmmm, chilly boy
You ain't on my level don't be silly boy
Better get it in ya head, better drill it boy
Every syllable, drill it like Illinois
But I'm repping the 505
I been icy hot like I might go and start a fire
I been pumpin' NAS in my hoopty like ride or die
Oh this shit gon' pop and make a loop in your Spotify

'Cause I'm

Dropping that flow
Feel like a rocket I go
Up in the stratosphere, feel like I'm baddest here
Fill up my tank I'm outta here ho, ay

Dropping that flow
Feel like a rocket I go
Up in the stratosphere, feel like I'm baddest here
Fill up my tank I'm outta here ho

No nobody coming close
This about to getcha itch scratch' like calico
Hop up on a track and write a poem like Allan Poe
Reppin albuquerque till my flow be the status quo, woah
Put in on the map like bug's bunny turn left
And he get the money and he earn that dough
Finna get some big bread
And I'm bout to butter both sides like I churn lactose, woah
How you walking round here with no backbone?
Four flats on ya rims how you drove back home?
I don't need drip just a quick lip, no splash zone
Another level- no plateau

Chilly, chilly, chilly boy
You ain't on my level don't be silly silly silly boy
Get it in ya head, better drill it, drill it, drill it, boy,
Feeling like the GOAT I'm a billy billy billy boy
Man I bleat to the beat
This a feat can't defeat
Got my feet on on the free-throw line
Watch it 'whoosh'

(Boy, he's so fine)

Net and nothing but it
I'm betting you didn't count on the kid he couldn't have cutted it
Cutting it like the bread when I buttered it
But I'm better at rhetoric
Never met me an enemy whose ahead of me
Better believe your head will be Kennedy's if ya step to me
Ketamine couldn't settle me, felony couldn't kennel me
Jealousy ain't get better me, catchin' me making melodies
Catchin' me making cheddar, and spreading it on the celery
Sediment settles still I be

Dropping the flow
Feel like a rocket I go
Up in the stratosphere, feel like I'm baddest here
Fill up my tank I'm outta here ho

Dropping the flow
Feel like a rocket I go
Up in the stratosphere, feel like I'm baddest here
Fill up my tank I'm outta here ho

Dropping the flow
Feel like a rocket I go
Up in the stratosphere, feel like I'm baddest here
Fill up my tank I'm outta here ho

Dropping the flow
Feel like a rocket I go
Up in the stratosphere, feel like I'm baddest here
Fill up my tank I'm outta here ho

Written by:
John Racette

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