Team YOKA lyrics

[Verse 1: King-ISO]:
Killa keep it wicked
For the n*ggas that be rippin'
When they talking 'bout no bridges
With the bottles in the club
And I'm sick up in the mental
So, I whip em then i sped off
'Fore I cook 'em with the griddle
Like McDonald's when I grub
I don't give a f*ck about no local n*gga rapping
All you pus*y n*ggas do is just go ride a n*ggas nuts
And I'm feeling like Denzel, Washington because
Put the body in the tub
And a shotty to his mug
Trainin' day
Is how they got me living when I walk up on a n*gga
Like an ankle sprain
And they so gay
I'm ballin' on you b*tches
n*ggas call me Scottie Pippen when you fadeaway
They don't say
Nothing 'bout the n*ggas from the Brain
Cause my n*ggas put your brain on pavement
Ain't no way
Y'all n*ggas thuggin'
Call your whole hood 50 Shades of Gray
f*ck what you n*ggas spitting
I cut up a n*gga ligament
Jumpin' inside the whip
And they love it coz i'm a little schiz
Someone come and get me a Ritalin
Cuz nobody was dark and now you muthaf*ckas is feelin it, huh?
Huffin and puffin like I was sniffin' sh*t
Table of guns about to kill a b*tch
While yall n*ggas clubbin while I be on killa sh*t
I need cigarettes and gorilla p*ss
Call me ISO n*ggas
All you n*ggas look up from your iphone n*gga
I leave a n*gga twisted like a cyclone hit ya
Sucka, talk sh*t, and Im gon' get ya
Brain sick is the only sh*t I can feel
You pus*y n*ggas couldn't get into YOKA vile!
[Chorus]
Team YOKA
(repeats x7)
Team YOKA-VILLE!
Team YOKA
(repeats x7)
Team YOKA-VILLE!

[Verse 2: King ISO]
Team YOKA, lean sippers, yola sniffers, bean poppers, drink vodka, stripper f*ckin, trigga huggin, g droppin'
Run up on a n*gga with a beam option
Tell a n*gga that he got three options
Keep watching me rockin
C's droppin
Sleep silent
Gang green n*gga we got this
If yall sharks, we Lochness
Please stop it
Push white like a drunk chick, I had keys droppin'
Bad b*tches, pus*y mean
Sell that sh*t thats a mean profit
And half them hoes ain't have to f*ck, like an aqueduct, well imma keep dockin'
My sh*t crack so the fiends cop it
Your sh*t whack you can't be pompous
Your diss track made me vomit, your set man I got green off it
I run up on a n*gga with a semi automatic then I'm in a n*gga face for the cheese broccoli
I f*ck a n*gga b*tch & tell em suck a n*gga di*k 'cuz I be muthaf*ckin big when I be ski sloppin, ski sloping
Hes potent
Your b*tch a B option
Shes chocking, deep throating, so big that she vomits
Throw that, throw that pus*y like it was a free concert
Start a line up number 13, team YOKA- ville