Team YOKA

[Verse 1: King-ISO]:
Killa keep it wicked
For the niggas 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 fuck about no local nigga rapping
All you pussy niggas do is just go ride a niggas 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 nigga
Like an ankle sprain
And they so gay
I'm ballin' on you bitches
Niggas call me Scottie Pippen when you fadeaway
They don't say
Nothing 'bout the niggas from the Brain
Cause my niggas put your brain on pavement
Ain't no way
Y'all niggas thuggin'
Call your whole hood 50 Shades of Gray
Fuck what you niggas spitting
I cut up a nigga 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 muthafuckas is feelin it, huh?
Huffin and puffin like I was sniffin' shit
Table of guns about to kill a bitch
While yall niggas clubbin while I be on killa shit
I need cigarettes and gorilla piss
Call me ISO niggas
All you niggas look up from your iphone nigga
I leave a nigga twisted like a cyclone hit ya
Sucka, talk shit, and Im gon' get ya
Brain sick is the only shit I can feel
You pussy niggas 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 fuckin, trigga huggin, g droppin'
Run up on a nigga with a beam option
Tell a nigga that he got three options
Keep watching me rockin
C's droppin
Sleep silent
Gang green nigga we got this
If yall sharks, we Lochness
Please stop it
Push white like a drunk chick, I had keys droppin'
Bad bitches, pussy mean
Sell that shit thats a mean profit
And half them hoes ain't have to fuck, like an aqueduct, well imma keep dockin'
My shit crack so the fiends cop it
Your shit 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 nigga with a semi automatic then I'm in a nigga face for the cheese broccoli
I fuck a nigga bitch & tell em suck a nigga dick 'cuz I be muthafuckin big when I be ski sloppin, ski sloping
Hes potent
Your bitch a B option
Shes chocking, deep throating, so big that she vomits
Throw that, throw that pussy like it was a free concert
Start a line up number 13, team YOKA- ville