[Intro]
Who's trying to get yaded? Who's trying to get yaded?!
[VERSE 1: Jay Fila]
Knockout, bitches with my cock out
Homie what you talking 'bout
I really am a dropout. What now?
Give me that bitch, I'mma rub the clit
My girl got her tit in her fucking lips
Ripping hits, excess fog
On the bong 'til you "Oh my god"
On my dick, got the whop
Jager Bomb, boom headshot
Dont give a fuck I ain't gon' stop
Jay Fila leave a weak ho shocked
In your spot, thizzing hard
Juggle heat like color guard
So bizarre, Piss on your car
DHR ain't walking far
Fuck ass bitch, you don't know me though
Make em want to dance my choreo
1... 2... Suck! Make me skeet
Laq in the back, I spit that heat
Low-key freak, give me dro
Puff puff pass, sip that slow
Bake that dough, burn that cash
Dollar to the dome, bitch, fuck your class
Fuck that ass, best by far
Break this bitch 'til she fall apart
Mental mars, Earth is ours
Coming through your hood cutting up cigars
In your yard and I'm spitting bars
Julian leave the emcees scarred
In your yard and I'm spitting bars
Yeah Julian leave the emcees scarred
[Hook: Nik Bates]
Doesn’t matter if I end up a dropout
That party life is really all I want now
Forget reality, I’m living just to rock out
Cause we do it for the super knockoutz
Knockoutz, Knockoutz
Knockoutz, Knockoutz
Knockoutz, Knockoutz
Knockoutz, do it ‘til we knocked out
[VERSE 2: Nik Bates]
I ain’t saying all your friends are doing it
But you need some friends to do it with
Bumping kilos that these other rappers moving in
You the life of the party? Hmm, well, now’s the time to be proving it
Took a shot? Here have one more. You ain’t having fun ‘til you hit the floor
Gimme 20 bills, I'mma get some more. Heart racing when I pull up to the store
Be on the look out, look now, the coast is clear
They didn’t see me, believe me, I know they hear
Two twisted, lifted, kids with
Big jackets, acting suspicious
Pick a couple bottles and I’m on the run. Sprinting like they got a gun
Burning up like I’m on the sun, I do it for the rush and I do it for the fun
Pull up to the driveway thinking I'ma be the shit and
I saved the function with the laq that we lifted
How we live it, give a fuck about a ticket
We ain’t addicted but we like getting twisted
[Hook]
[VERSE 3: Nik Bates]
Wake up, don’t know where the fuck I’m at
I’m sleeping down stairs on the welcome mat
You looking at me like: "Welcome back
So Far Gone, where the album at?"
I’ma make it, just give me another week
It ain’t easy, if all you do is sleep
Wake up (Drink some brew). Go to sleep (Drink some brew)
Go to to class (Drink some brew)
Come and kick it with me? And we’ll drink some brew
Drinking brew, drinking brew, that all we ever think
Don’t care about that mink, I’m just trying to find a sink
No ambition, my mind is in a prison
And these goggles are an obstruction to my vision
Alcoholic, but not by my own admission
I pray to Jager, Hennessey is my religion
Try to take away my keys, but I’m still determined
Of course I’m faded, motherfucker, now I’m swerving
Give a fuck about the people I be hurting
Went up the curb and the scene was disturbing
[Hook]
[Outro]
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop bottles pop
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop bottles pop
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop bottles pop
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop bottles pop
Is that really how you want to live the rest of your life?
Who's trying to get yaded? Who's trying to get yaded?!
[VERSE 1: Jay Fila]
Knockout, bitches with my cock out
Homie what you talking 'bout
I really am a dropout. What now?
Give me that bitch, I'mma rub the clit
My girl got her tit in her fucking lips
Ripping hits, excess fog
On the bong 'til you "Oh my god"
On my dick, got the whop
Jager Bomb, boom headshot
Dont give a fuck I ain't gon' stop
Jay Fila leave a weak ho shocked
In your spot, thizzing hard
Juggle heat like color guard
So bizarre, Piss on your car
DHR ain't walking far
Fuck ass bitch, you don't know me though
Make em want to dance my choreo
1... 2... Suck! Make me skeet
Laq in the back, I spit that heat
Low-key freak, give me dro
Puff puff pass, sip that slow
Bake that dough, burn that cash
Dollar to the dome, bitch, fuck your class
Fuck that ass, best by far
Break this bitch 'til she fall apart
Mental mars, Earth is ours
Coming through your hood cutting up cigars
In your yard and I'm spitting bars
Julian leave the emcees scarred
In your yard and I'm spitting bars
Yeah Julian leave the emcees scarred
[Hook: Nik Bates]
Doesn’t matter if I end up a dropout
That party life is really all I want now
Forget reality, I’m living just to rock out
Cause we do it for the super knockoutz
Knockoutz, Knockoutz
Knockoutz, Knockoutz
Knockoutz, Knockoutz
Knockoutz, do it ‘til we knocked out
[VERSE 2: Nik Bates]
I ain’t saying all your friends are doing it
But you need some friends to do it with
Bumping kilos that these other rappers moving in
You the life of the party? Hmm, well, now’s the time to be proving it
Took a shot? Here have one more. You ain’t having fun ‘til you hit the floor
Gimme 20 bills, I'mma get some more. Heart racing when I pull up to the store
Be on the look out, look now, the coast is clear
They didn’t see me, believe me, I know they hear
Two twisted, lifted, kids with
Big jackets, acting suspicious
Pick a couple bottles and I’m on the run. Sprinting like they got a gun
Burning up like I’m on the sun, I do it for the rush and I do it for the fun
Pull up to the driveway thinking I'ma be the shit and
I saved the function with the laq that we lifted
How we live it, give a fuck about a ticket
We ain’t addicted but we like getting twisted
[Hook]
[VERSE 3: Nik Bates]
Wake up, don’t know where the fuck I’m at
I’m sleeping down stairs on the welcome mat
You looking at me like: "Welcome back
So Far Gone, where the album at?"
I’ma make it, just give me another week
It ain’t easy, if all you do is sleep
Wake up (Drink some brew). Go to sleep (Drink some brew)
Go to to class (Drink some brew)
Come and kick it with me? And we’ll drink some brew
Drinking brew, drinking brew, that all we ever think
Don’t care about that mink, I’m just trying to find a sink
No ambition, my mind is in a prison
And these goggles are an obstruction to my vision
Alcoholic, but not by my own admission
I pray to Jager, Hennessey is my religion
Try to take away my keys, but I’m still determined
Of course I’m faded, motherfucker, now I’m swerving
Give a fuck about the people I be hurting
Went up the curb and the scene was disturbing
[Hook]
[Outro]
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop bottles pop
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop bottles pop
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop bottles pop
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop bottles pop
Is that really how you want to live the rest of your life?
( Nik Bates )
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