YAKKO! - untitled 1.1 Lyrics

This is 1.1 from the yakk, i'm shooting shit back, unlimited titled to that
You know i got unlimited racks, untitled with that
You not jacking it out from the king
Two twin glocks ima let that bitch ring
I'm feeling like Tae twenty-five kill streak, ooh i got me enough to drop a bomb
How you the man but you don't got a plan
I'm the brown boy, man with the plan
I can shoot the bitch out with the waist out like curry
I might miss me a shot but ima leave in a hurry
Can't blow me a 3-1 lead and get worried
My choppa' singing uh-uh-uh-ooh
That's what he said when I upped it
Uh, i'm finna' blow up really soon
And i'm getting so high that i'm pushing you up to the moon
I never been a lonely bummy
But you're really uwu xd, no slumps
But i'm active forty ball
I got me the fifty round drum, but that is for fun
I always beat em' off the ball, i'm never using pick and roll
I stick to the code, i'm never using overboats
My .223 upping the score
I'm handing the ball off, fully created the track-hawk, and you know the king of this thing
That is little ole' me, i'm stepping it back for the team
I'm always handling the business
Fuck all the dissing
My 1600 on ignitions, i can them boys up in a mission
They never gon' fold, they never gon' tell on a soul
I promise that shit from the old way home
G-19 with the draco
Pussy boy singing like Aiko
It's 2AM counting the pesos
I need me a check in advance, i need that bitch up in the asap
It's a needle inside of a haystack
I get me an A-Rack, toolie is what's in the haystack
Irrelevant retaliation on the A-Max
I been leaving my dirt in the past, she still lurking on me
My .762 is it on me, i been loading it up with my homies
My heart is still cold, she told the little bitch to say oh
I am not the one always to fold, unlimited ho's I put a 1.1 up in his grave
I'm putting that shit up in extended range

This is 1.1 from the yakk, i'm shooting shit back, unlimited titled to that
You know i got unlimited racks, untitled with that
You not jacking it out from the king
Two twin glocks ima let that bitch ring
I'm feeling like Tae twenty-five kill streak, ooh i got me enough to drop a bomb
How you the man but you don't got a plan
I'm the brown boy, man with the plan
I can shoot the bitch out with the waist out like curry
I might miss me a shot but ima leave in a hurry
Can't blow me a 3-1 lead and get worried
My choppa' singing uh-uh-uh-ooh
That's what he said when I upped it
Uh, i'm finna' blow up really soon
And i'm getting so high that i'm pushing you up to the moon
I never been a lonely bummy
But you're really uwu xd, no slumps
But i'm active forty ball
I got me the fifty round drum, but that is for fun
I always beat em' off the ball, i'm never using pick and roll
I stick to the code, i'm never using overboats
My .223 upping the score
I'm handing the ball off, fully created the track-hawk, and you know the king of this thing
That is little ole' me, i'm stepping it back for the team
I'm always handling the business
Fuck all the dissing
My 1600 on ignitions, i can them boys up in a mission
They never gon' fold, they never gon' tell on a soul
I promise that shit from the old way home
G-19 with the draco
Pussy boy singing like Aiko
It's 2AM counting the pesos
I need me a check in advance, i need that bitch up in the asap
It's a needle inside of a haystack
I get me an A-Rack, toolie is what's in the haystack
Irrelevant retaliation on the A-Max
I been leaving my dirt in the past, she still lurking on me
My .762 is it on me, i been loading it up with my homies
My heart is still cold, she told the little bitch to say oh
I am not the one always to fold, unlimited ho's I put a 1.1 up in his grave
I'm putting that shit up in extended range