lyrics -

she said yuka, oh you smell nice
sometimes, too high, i can't tell time
watch yo body, watch you rot cuz it felt right
huh, i might kick yo door cuz it felt right

he-headtap
aim too good i'm sweaty, i do this shit
deathtrap
catnap
bitch i'm finna dead 'em in denim

you wanna do this shit for content
wa-watch out, cuz this choppa with a stock hit
hold i might tweak, need to lock in, spiraling
i can't even eat, stomach rocking
uh-uh-uh huh
never been the one to start the violence
but i might have to cut a nigga to the violins

talkin' down on the gang you dyin
yea, false claiming blueprint, send 'em flyin
yea, bitch you like a teen no titan
yea fee fi foe, bitch i'm feelin giant
i got somethin that'll leave you cryin'
yea, bitch i been the pride, i'm the top li- li- li

headtap
pop em like confetti, i'm ready
headtap
aim too good i'm sweaty, i do this shit
de-deathtrap
only escape if i let 'em, i let 'em
ain't no catnap
bitch i'm finna dead 'em in denim

headtap
pop em like confetti, i'm ready
headtap
aim too good i'm sweaty, i do this shit
de-deathtrap
only escape if i let 'em, i let 'em
ain't no catnap
bitch i'm finna dead 'em in denim

you wanna do this shit for content
wa-watch out, cuz this choppa with a stock hit
hold i might tweak, need to lock in, spiraling
i can't even eat, stomach rocking

headtap (prod. yukatec)

lyrics -

sometimes i wish i felt human
chasing excitement, taboos
egging you on for the movement
all of these saditties can’t help, i lose you
mind can’t remove you, or renew it

you could all shame me

yes i’m all the same
watch me go insane

i’ve been losing my mind

chasing omens
what should i do
my minds beside you
woah

chasing omens
i might blind you 
my minds beside you 
what should i do

you’re what they say is my trauma 
ow ow

giving me sweet scented traumas
oh oh

thorny like roses

should we enclose this

and you swear it’s easy 
stone cold i’m weeping 

red flags and your love is fleeting 

chasing omens
what should i do
my minds beside you
woah

chasing omens
i might blind you 
my minds beside you 
what should i do

and then it clicked. (prod. silicone hearts)

[lyrics]
I’m not worried bout you I’m bout my bag yeah
You can’t hit this altitude I’m not on land yeah 
They say Flan I’m proud of you but I’m not all that yeah
But I still got bags 
When I count the cheese up I could never be sad 
Yeah 
Talk about the set and then I’m letting that shit blast 
Too much green in my fingers I’m cutting up the grass
I ain’t never quit yeah, keep it settled bitch
I ain’t never miss yeah, all my shits they hit
Choppa fuck a nigga don’t care if he celibate 
All that talking nigga shit to me irrelevant 

Pockets they too mass 
Bitch I’m bouta bag 
I got too much cheese on me they tryna steal my swag 
Hitmans, get you gone if I send him a bag 
You a bitch man, been knew you hoed out you is not no man

Go, go 
Shatter him to pieces I see skelly bones 
Got balenci feeties you cant put these on 
I move I keep my peace I keep it silento 
Bitch I walk in buss down 
You too big needa cut down 
Amiri Jeans when I walk out 
Talk on me give no fuck now
Got a cup of wok in the spot 
I’m with boolymooonnnn
You think I’m a fooly thats the shit that getchu shot

I’m not worried bout you I’m bout my bag yeah
You can’t hit this altitude I’m not on land yeah 
They say Flan I’m proud of you but I’m not all that yeah
But I still got bags 
When I count the cheese up I could never be sad 
Yeah 
Talking on the set and then I’m letting that shit blast 
Too much green in my fingers I’m cutting up the grass
I ain’t never quit yeah, keep it settled bitch
I ain’t never miss yeah, all my shits they hit
Choppa fuck a nigga don’t care if he celibate 
All that talking nigga shit to me irrelevant

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lyrics- 

uhuhhuhhh
robins on
uhuhhuhhh
robins on
uhuhhuhhh
i got robins on
hoe, all you niggas lame
this some shit you cant afford

uhuhhuhhh
you could try it if you want
ohhhh
i got shit you cant ignore
ahhhh
you see yuka at the door
kickin that shit in
now ya body hit the floor

we get high wit papers
way to fly like planes
if you catch me in the gap
my lil yokai split ya brain
if you come around my spot 
i might shoot you broad day
gotta watch out what you reppin
cuz we gon make it shake

now you wonderin how 
i feel sittin on this pape
i could tell you it feel great
aint much more that i could explain
if you talkin bout the gang
we got choppas make them spray
bonafide hustler yea yuka be the name

she a dumb bitch
uh huh
i could never cuff it
yea i got a problem
sippin on some tussin
wockhardt, tris
sip em all cuz they like cousins
if you you makin the spot hot
then the police come in bussin

uhuhhuhhh
hoe i got hella stick yuh
uhuhhuhhh
223 it hit yo wig yuh
uhuhhuhhh
my advance 9x ya whip
yea you my son, my kid
i might flip this nigga shit

uhuhhuhhh
robins on
uhuhhuhhh
robins on
uhuhhuhhh
i got robins on
hoe, all you niggas lame
this some shit you cant afford

uhuhhuhhh
you could try it if you want
ohhhh
i got shit you cant ignore
ahhhh
you see yuka at the door
kickin that shit in
now ya body hit the floor

paper planes freestyle (prod. viteborn)

lyrics:


(intro)
bitch moved to the dark side

ye, know that shit aint new, flexed push to starts huh

yea, stuck in old ways, i see you tread through that dark huh

yea, step back hit that 3, i know how to ball huh

(verse)
im boutta cause some damage
dont think you could stand it
i got a bad bitch
and yo lil shit she rancid

cuttin em headless
and i get breesh that method
heard what you said yea
and you cant step you legless

(hook)
yea im
hotter than hot 
just look at the temp
your body been sweatin

yea huh
i know how to ball
so pass me the rock
im shootin like stephen

yea yea
couple lil hoes
they prayin to me
just like i been the reverend

uh huh
might go super saiyan n shit
yea little ole me would not play wit a bitch

yea you know
you pick up the phone 
start callin the cops
cuz i do not threaten

uh huh
i do what i say
dont say what i do
aint leavin no message

yuh
22 3's 
they piercin his lungs
and leavin em breathless

oh yea
knowin that yuka
could be round the corner
it leave yo head festerin

(verse)
yuh hoe just check the duffel, i got g-19's
sticks too

call them hoes my twins
you peep the way they sing

yea ha, shit done hit yo head
and now you can't een think

oh, runnin down on you too fast
lil hoe you can't een blink

put a funky nigga on skates
you cant een roll around this rink

huh huh
whats yo rank
huh huh
know i get pape
uh huh
yea i get pape
uh huh

i seen the opposition
i make em run

(hook)
yea im
hotter than hot 
just look at the temp
your body been sweatin

yea huh
i know how to ball
so pass me the rock
im shootin like stephen

yea yea
couple lil hoes
they prayin to me
just like i been the reverend

uh huh
might go super saiyan n shit
yea little ole me would not play wit a bitch

yea you know
you pick up the phone 
start callin the cops
cuz i do not threaten

uh huh
i do what i say
dont say what i do
aint leavin no message

yuh
22 3's 
they piercin his lungs
and leavin em breathless

oh yea
knowin that yuka
could be round the corner
it leave yo head festerin


(verse)
you could take a little peek
come over this side
ill teach you a lesson

take a look at the spreadsheets
i cant even lie 
i know you wont get it

yuka been havin a lil feast
you cant get a piece
you not even mentioned

he come around this lil spot
you sayin we homies
but you not een friended

uh yea
ran gon do you cray

up it
now it hit yo face

stuntin
i do the shit wit grace

if i want it
stack up the breesh i take

huh
ketamine dreams
and molly my mind
uppers and downers for pace
yea
and you dont get streams
and def not attention
so why are we talkin bout plays

how2ball (prod. jarrdx)

Yuka (@yukatec) #hsc

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