Who Want It Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: Yak Gotti & Lil Duke] Uh, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, uh We bomin' Yeah (We comin') Yeah, know we bomin' Yak Gotti, we bomin', yeah Fifties, hundreds Rounds, choppers, who want it? (Who want it?) That's my nigga, that's my nigga Lay you down, mess with rounds they will (Kill him) [Verse 1: Yak Gotti] I got the recipe Broke ass nigga can't stand next to me, nigga Choppas look like on a elephant, nigga No limit to this shit like Master P, nigga They're not just booted up You stupid fuck, you lose your life, I gives a motherfuck Jump out that fucking truck I dare you to try your luck I'ma shoot, that's understood I'm with Duke, that's my fuckin' lil' woadie [Verse 2: Lil Duke] Running with choppers, you know that we in it As soon as they printed, you know we go get it I am not from no New England, but I'm a Patriot Lil' nigga, you know that we hit it Been jumped off the porch and I ran through the finish Line, I ain't lying Bringing a twelve and I'm jumping the fence They catch me down bad and you know I'm gon blast When I take Molly, I feel like the man Drink on the drink 'til I fall asleep Wake up and do the same shit again [Verse 3: MPA Wicced] Duke and Yak [?] or something Forty Glock got a thirty on it This sixteen hit from block away Knock him off for a block of yay' I'm an asshole just like Uncle Trae Pouring Lean in the Faygo 'cause I think shit hit some Pompeii You know Cody coming, Andale Keep drugs and he never late Pop a Xan with no [?] Chopper 'cause a scene, non-rated Shoot that nigga if he living crazy I ain't spare shit, this an expiration Middle finger to whoever hating When it come to that war, pussy nigga, it's no limitation [Verse 4: Yak Gotti] In this bitch with Wicced, I'm so fucking wicked I'm so fuckin' gifted, do you fucking hear me? Do you underdig it? Fuck the recognition Fuck the next decision, you gon' forever feel it And no mass arrest, we got hella bags Pullin' up like the Taliban Man down, white chalk the man Another body [?] on the 'Gram [Verse 5: Lil Duke] I am so arrogant, I am not average Pull up with choppers, you know that we airing 'em I run with gorillas, we come from the jungle Keep me a thirty clip, you know it's on You know when it come out, it ain't nothin' to talk about Fuck a recession, get him in and move him out With all of these pounds, we don't need no scale We stand on the block and we screaming, "Fuck twelve" [Verse 6: MPA Wicced] Squad play with drums like Travis Barker Doin' dirty work in the Charger Got a shot just like Tony Parker Kill a opp, bite, no barking I'm a drug dealer, not an artist Yeah, I'm in the trenches [?] Shoulder strap on the AK Make a nigga run a relay I ain't riot in this toupee Fuck with the real, not the fake Fuck them bitches, gotta paper chase Yeah, we coming out the damn parade I don't run super deep, nigga It's just me and my pistol, nigga Kill you and whoever came with you Young nigga been 'bout his issue