Yaktavis - NO RICK OWENS

Aye aye yak yak
Aye look yuh (Yak yak)

No bottega boot stepping
Get to the bag cause I won't come in second (I won't)
And I be praying to god
Guiding my feet to get sturdy in heaven (Huh)
Umm Still getting loose check it
Finna get lizzy I cant even help it (On god)
I don't want shawty on me
But she all on my jeans like she checking for weapons

I'on know if you ain't notice (Hold on)
Rockstar I ain't wearing no Rick Owens
I can't be doing no cloning (Ugh-agh)
Beaters on me when I'm making sum motion
God brought me put of my lowest (Huh yeah)
But he told me I still need to pray (I do)
So it's up when we get to the A (It is)
Cause I'm Changing the game with the gang

And we coming in stomping
We coming in stomping
(What)And we coming in stomping look
(Yeah) Said we coming in stomping
(Yeah) Said we coming in stomping
(Hey) Gang coming in stomping
(That's when you start stomping)
And we coming in stomping
And we coming in stomping

I can't be rocking no ricks
Honestly it just don't go with the fit (It don't)
Ain't tryna be cool with kids
I'm a just get in my bag and then dip (I'm dipping)
Everyone got the same drip
I'm tryna branch out and take a lil risk (Ha)
New style ill be making it stick
Guess I just had to go out on a limb (Ugh)
I cannot copy the swagging
Rocking yo drip and I be looking average (Hey)
Keep it a stack no capping
Ran it the same and I felt asthmatic (I did)
But i just copped me a jacket (I did)
Keep it lowkey I ain't doing no bragging (I'm not)
I'm a rager I can't even have it (Let's go)
Step on my kicks and we finna start scrapping (Brr)
I'm a punk I don't be in no fashion (Wait)
Cause they wont let me rage on the runway (Brr)
I be stomping to model my feng shui (Hey)
But they don't understand cause they mundane (Stomping)
Cut her off call it letting the catwalk (Stomping)
I don't strut cause ill run it up someday
But the check better come on a Monday (What)
But the gang know I'm dying on (Whoo whoo)
Keep it simple like wax on wax off
Being me I just cant never slack off
I be popping don't gimme no back talk
I be popping don't gimme no back talk
And I'm coming in stomping
And I'm coming in stomping (Yeah)
And I'm coming in stomping
(Yeah) And I'm coming in stomping (Yeah)

(Aye look yeah)
No bottega boot stepping
Get to the bag cause I won't come in second (I won't)
And I be praying to god
Guiding my feet to get sturdy in heaven (Ha)
Umm Still getting loose check it
Finna get lizzy I cant even help it (On god)
I don't want shawty on me
But she all on my jeans like she checking for weapons

I'on know if you ain't notice (Huh)
Rockstar I ain't wearing no Rick Owens
I can't be doing no cloning (Hey)
Beaters on me when I'm making sum motion
God brought me put of my lowest (Huh yeah)
But he told me I still need to pray (Okay)
So it's up when we get to the A (It's up)
Cause I'm Changing the game with the gang

Written by:
Adeshola Hanciles

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