YAKKO! - infinite oblivion! Lyrics

Man it took me a while to get up in position, now you hating on me like we never kicked it
But i never miss you can take this for instance
This a Gen five glock i'ma push him the distance
put that boy in the sky left his momma crying
Now i ain't finna lie, i ain't fearing dying
Man i fucked on ya bitch and she left keep it going
I rock out with toolies i aim at your bitch and she flowing
And my glock nineteen never miss and you know it
If i punch it one time you won't wake up you know it
This a time lapse i'm caligent you know it
It's a one false move hit yo face and you done for
Heard his momma want it, but the bitches keep crying
I'm the king of this shit, you know YAKKO ain't lying
This is yakk one-oh-one you can pull up i'm teaching
I can slide on your block with a round of a demon
When i slide on your block it's a SRT demon
Pull up with ya bitch in the trap heard she anemic
I pull up to Sax's Fifth, leave her at keathen's
When i roll up the J i ain't passing, i'm chiefing
Got a Gen-five glock it's gon blow if you meet it
Got a hundred round drum in the back if you need it
It's a hundred round drum in the back if you need it

Man it took me a while to get up in position, now you hating on me like we never kicked it
But i never miss you can take this for instance
This a Gen five glock i'ma push him the distance
put that boy in the sky left his momma crying
Now i ain't finna lie, i ain't fearing dying
Man i fucked on ya bitch and she left keep it going
I rock out with toolies i aim at your bitch and she flowing
And my glock nineteen never miss and you know it
If i punch it one time you won't wake up you know it
This a time lapse i'm caligent you know it
It's a one false move hit yo face and you done for
Heard his momma want it, but the bitches keep crying
I'm the king of this shit, you know YAKKO ain't lying
This is yakk one-oh-one you can pull up i'm teaching
I can slide on your block with a round of a demon
When i slide on your block it's a SRT demon
Pull up with ya bitch in the trap heard she anemic
I pull up to Sax's Fifth, leave her at keathen's
When i roll up the J i ain't passing, i'm chiefing
Got a Gen-five glock it's gon blow if you meet it
Got a hundred round drum in the back if you need it
It's a hundred round drum in the back if you need it