Last Call

Lyrics

[Intro] Hello YDNA [Verse 1: Issa Gold] I'm a backwoods nigga, them gangstas with us From far, that's word to the set Brought them MACs out with us, he blacked out with it Your team get hit with the TEC Woah, that's fine my nigga, I dive in bitches In the world just to get in checks Yeah we a mile high nigga, with the Gods right with us Relapse, still smoking the best [Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOUR] I got the light, now she open like lotus I get so high, I be feeling heroic No GMO, get my weed from the growers AK the illest, most valuable poet I put a four in the two, yeah, I pour it You got some snakes in your grass, better mow it She give me brain like she download a modem Trap with the pole, I ain't talkin' bout totem [Verse 3: Issa Gold] My team be winnin', my bitch be sinnin' My VS hittin', my wrist be spinnin' My cheese get spendin', my Benz ain't rented My shit ain't tinted, my fit authentic My G's ain't friendly, my gangsta's with it Your gansta's missing, we Black Star livin' Your sack ain't hittin', your wax ain't with you Yo' strap ain't with you, don't press that [Verse 4: AKTHESAVIOUR] Spittin' that fire, no match for the coast Spark that shit up and I'm passin' the smoke No hockey puck but that ice on me cold She give it up like her life on the ropes Nigga I'm winnin', you stuck on them bitches I'm forthin' them inches, I get to the gold Handle my business, I started, I finished Impartin' my linguish, just smashing your hoe [Verse 5: Issa Gold] Drop top nigga, like hats off Tip top feel it, like that's shock Feel like winning, no mask off No no limit, like black cards Stick to my business, like that's all Real life livin', no wack sauce Keep my digits, my bank tall Drink 'til I'm finished, like last call [Verse 6: Issa Gold] I sip that Henny, I whip that Bentley Make shorty get loose in the truck Nigga I grip that semi, my wrists feel heavy My troops stay strapped for the fun Yeah my hoes fuck with me, my chicks feel lucky My team real comfy, your team look funny That pack stay on me, your packs ain't potent Your gang ain't homies, your strap ain't loaded [Verse 7: AKTHESAVIOUR] Hit my connect, get the pack for the low Ain't bout a check, then I walk out the door Strapped with the weapon, you step and we blow Might loose my temper and shoot up your home My team official, you niggas is clones She see the difference, that's why she be gone I need my cheese, I need that provolone These niggas vegan, so I eat it all, uh [Verse 7: Issa Gold] Pull up on your bitch like skrrt M4 coupe, bumpin' A$AP Ferg Niggas can't lose if you put in that work Niggas can't shoot if they get clapped first Woah, won't pass you nothin', you pass out from it No handouts dummy, we cash out somethin' Your life be frontin', your wife ain't loyal Your time is broken, my eyes is sore [Verse 8: AKTHESAVIOUR] Talk a lot of shit, red dot 'em like Hindu You ain't coming back, nigga, even with a Senzu Shorty get attached, like Houdini, gotta break loose Gotta leave a mark, like graffiti what my days do Grew up with the sharks, and you looking like bait food Mommy go nuts for a nigga, call her Babe Ruth Smoke in my lungs, hit a nigga like a quaalude Claim you a thug, but these shells might change you