Volume

Album cover art for "Volume" by The Weathermen & Yak Ballz

The Weathermen & Yak Ballz - Rap

Volume

2 Plays

Duration: 3:42

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Yak Ballz] Y'all transparent like absolute, see I don't only speak it Motherfuckers, I am the truth Blocks and avenues, I'm what you thirsting for So what the fuck we conversing for I spit it out, now my word is born Haters spawn out of every song you heard me on Saying I turn them on, bitches' shirts is off Shit is so much, Bloomberg(?) tryna curve my dogs But in the meantime we shake stress(?) Let me finesse that, bless that, where they rest at, sex from the back Neck to the crack, chest to the snatch back rubs, caressing my tec(?) and oh yes the kid's back But I'm the one you love when you smoke drugs, all coked up Weatherman from old pub would shoot up the club Sitting in the sofa while I'm spinning like chrome dubs with a cup of Henny and Coca-Co-la Look at him now, young yak is all grown up but I'm still Yak busy, still act shitty That skinny motherfucker that's after that mili So yall can plan to kill me if you can't feel me, I'm still Yak, bitch [Chorus] Volume You sleeping, I came up with something We gotta rock to and go with I don't give a fuck if you don't like it Cause all my people love it Volume You sleeping, I came up with something We gotta rock to and go with I don't give a fuck if you don't like it Cause all my people love it [Verse 2: Yak Ballz] Wait, let me reiterate something, I'm here to renovate Nothing you have to say is in any way a threat to me I Elevate, resonate [?], generate money In this dirty game I'll leave your fan dead and gone like a Kennedy, yo They'll never know how dope I really am till I'm gone So I go and spit every bar like I'm the GOAT In this rap game I get it popping like bottles of champagne And metamorphosis of a kid into a man's brain I go to school so if this rap thing won't work for me I can feed my family anyways My enemies better pay respect, they know who I be with Who I blow trees with, get nice and split g's with With twix [?] wigs we fix these kids then laugh, and reminisce over the shit we did When the beef is on I mean the heat is on So don't sleep, just throw flowers as a peace off into the dawn

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Writers
  • Yak Ballz