Yauce - Gama! (feat. Showjoe)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, go
Okay, yeah that nigga keep a gun but I know he won't shoot
No, Ion got no ceilings; bow! bow! Shoot out the roof
I got hella bitches comin' in
No, no, I can't lose, ha
Hell no, I can't lose, no
Bitch, I can't lose, yeah
I got bitches comin' in, yuh
By the two's, yeah
My young nigga down the way
Right in Baton Rouge, yeah
Right there in the booth
Bitch ain't wanna fuck so I gave her the boot
He talkin' that shit, he end up on the news
Masked up, don't leave a clue
Kick down the door– hiyah; kung-fu shit
Run up the score– why not? Cuz I can't lose bitch
Why the fuck you standin' there, ain't shakin' ass? Move bitch
You claimin' that you got some cake; well then, move it
I been hungry for this you know I been starvin'
We gon' see where this journey take me, it's chartin' (Uh)
I been sick like I been coughin'
Please don't get me started
Write until the coffin
I'm jus gon' be awesome
Pardon me, you rotten
Ima make a fortune
Give it to my mama
Life a flower, watch it blossom
See me at the top, ask you how's it at the bottom
I could make it physical like quantum
Ballin' like it's Harlem
Ballin' like I'm Rodman
Whip straight outta Gotham
Hold my own like columns
You know I got options
Miss some people, I don't call 'em, nah
My flow out of space, they swear I got it from the martians
Please proceed with caution
This flow not too common
Don't miss, I'm a marksman, aye
Ion miss at all, Ion miss at all, nah
All my bros gon' ball, all my bros gon' ball out
Swear we gon' get cash, we gon' get that cash now, aye
We gon' see who's first, we gon' see who lasts now, aye
We gon' see who's first, we gon' see who's last now
Check out what they charge a verse if you want laugh now
Told 'em Ima start a wave, told me gotta calm down
You know who I gotta verse? Start a wave with my sound
I be drippin' 'til the coffin, drippin' 'til I fuckin' drown
Need a yacht, aye
That's a whole lotta sauce
Condiments, they prominent
Ominous signs of dominance
Walkin' into the conference
Then I just get the compliments
Then it just give me confidence
On this track and I'm bombin' it
Yeah, walk inside the party, bitch I'm drippin'
Shoot my shot at this bitch, hell no, no, I'm not missin', yeah
Ball like a Piston, in the whip your bitch tryn' get in
I focused on my bag, don't worry 'bout me bitch, I'm winnin'
And you was stuntin' on all these niggas–yeah, it's tradition
Bad kid shit, like, fuck my teachers, hell no, I ain't listen
Diamonds on my wrist, yeah, this shit it glisten
I think that it's habit that I'm winnin'–like, I didn't pick this

Written by:
Joseph Dagbe, Yasir Chaudary

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