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yk3 - k3 style lyrics

pre+chorus:
uh, yeah
yk3 in this b+tch, (yuh)
play yo ass get dismissed, (play yo ass get dismissed, n+gga)
huh, f+ck it, let’s do it
hollon, (yeah)
yeah

chorus:
choppa reading the clip like a magazine
n+ggas think they the sh+t, but they really weak, (really weak)
all these diamonds that sit on my wrist, they bling
put the glock on yo block, and it’s really mean, (it’s really mean)
ain’t new to this rapping, it’s in my genes
i stay with the bars, n+gga i’m a feind, (n+gga i’m a fiend)
i’m chasing this sh+t, like i really dreamed
you try to stop me, imma cause a scene
(i’ma cause a scene)

verse 1:
i stay on yo ass, like ya f+cking mama
you say you want smoke, we with all the drama, (say you smoke, all the drama)
hit yo ass in yo sh+t. give you f+cking trama
stick be spitting some bullets like a f+cking llama, (like a f+cking llama)
you say you a gangster, well don’t hesitate
(tate)
i spin on yo block then i blow at yo face
(hey, hey,)
seems like you made a wrong move, a mistake
(hey, hey)
betta dodge all shots coming out of this drac
(hey, hey,)
i pass up these hoes, like i’m really klay thompson, (thompson)
i be turnt with the gang, yeah we really be mobbing, (mobbing)
once you start up sum sh+t, ain’t no muf+cking stopping
put yo ass in the oven, with some cake, betty crocking, (crocking)
i stay with the sh+t, ain’t no time for no talking
sneaking up on n+gga, while he muf+cking walking, (while he muf+cking walking)
k with a long clip, came like a d+mn stocking
n+gga tried to play games, put him down in his coffin. (down in his coffin)

thought i was done, i’m back at it again
i stay with the heat, i’m always on ten
(always on ten)
i’m slanging these bars ‘round, like spider+man, (spider+man)
im so heated up, i might me need a fan
(fan)
i pack yo ass up, you get put in a can
(ay, a can)
i stay on my sh+t, imma murder man
(man)
keep the racks on my wrist, just watch these bands
hit yo ass, f+ck the bl!ck, you can catch these hands
(just watch these hands)
hakuna matata, matata hakuna
(matata hakuna)
step on the h+llcat, that b+tch going vroom
hitting yo hoe from the back she go ooh
(uh, uh, blatt)
pop at the opps, they pop back it go boom
you know i be making these tunes in my room
you think i’m a soft n+gga, that’s what you assume, (that’s what you assume)
i sweep you ass on the floor with my lil broom
i might go to sp+ce with all this gas i consume
keep you n+ggas checked, like nike
glock with the switch, i feel real mighty
(i feel real mighty)
peep a n+gga sh+t in the middle of the nighty
roll his ass out like i’m driving a freighty
(yea)
chop got a beam how the f+ck i’m gone miss? (miss)
baby baby gun but it came with a d+ck
(d+ck, yeah)
dump you in the water, let you swim with the fish, (fish)
you think you so tough, but you really a b+tch. (yeah, yeah, yeah)

refrain:
hollon, i think i popped a perc in this b+tch
(a perc)
stamp a n+gga on a shirt in this b+tch
(shirt)
make a n+gga do work in this b+tch
(work)
srt really jerk in this b+tch
(jerk)
hollon, ice really cold in this b+tch
young n+gga pockets so swole in this b+tch
(so swole)
f+cking yo hoe on the floor in this b+tch
(ah, ah)
hit from back she say oh in this b+tch
(hit from the back she say woah in this b+tch)
verse 2:
i be high as f+ck, outer sp+ce, steady drifting
i be so geeked with the gang, we be lifting
(lifting)
we say f+ck everybody, we forget they existing
we roll all the opps, leave them n+ggas constricted. (constricted)
keeping them n+ggas folded, no composure
pack them n+ggas up, show em we smokers
(smokers)
laughing at them n+ggas, we really some jokers
don’t f+ck with us n+gga, we really some soldiers. (soldiers)

yeah, and f+ck all you hating ass n+ggas
(f+ck em’)
imma stay f+cking lit with my people
(people)
cause me and the gang all equal
(equal, yeah)
we packed together like some seagulls
(squawk, b+tch)
you try us you might lose ya life
cause n+gga we don’t play, n+gga we fight
(fight)
last thing you see is the light
(the light)
b+tch
(b+tch)

chorus:
choppa reading the clip like a magazine
n+ggas think they the sh+t, but they really weak, (really weak)
all these diamonds that sit on my wrist, they bling
put the glock on yo block, and it’s really mean, (really mean)
ain’t new to this rapping, it’s in my genes
(i’m my genes)
i stay with the bars, n+gga i’m a feind
(i’m a fiend)
i’m chasing this sh+t, like i really dreamed
(really dreamed)
you try to stop me, imma cause a scene
(imma cause a scene, yeah)

outro:
(yk3, n+gga
k3 style, n+gga
f+ck wrong wit em’
mm.)

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