YELLOW TAPE (feat. Akeem Ali)

This sounds like karate Is this karate I need me measuring tape I can’t measure the hate When these rap niggas come around But how could you measure it dawg When an ounce of that shit prolly feel like a hundred pounds Bitch, I need measuring tape Ima kill it and see how far I put it underground Look, F*ck the measuring aye we gone yellow the tape it If these niggas don’t dumb it down I hope they don’t dumb it down I’m finna thumb it up I’m finna wish 'em luck I’m finna gas em up F*ck it, let’s stick em up I see a better look I see it straight even tho I’m a fucking crook I am a maniac Even since I was a kid eating Apple Jacks milking the game A serial killer That was my aim You facing defeat when you aim Shout out Tory Lanez (AY) I gut em with scissors 2 Bitches they scissoring Listening to Sza She say it “Hit Different” When I’m on the track I play in her “Garden” She “say it like that” I had a question on my next sentence If they 6 feet under is that social distance If I’m in yo hood, would I be a piston Will I catch you slipping like a transmission I got the game it’s on lock The way that I work it Gone and send me to the gulag I got my head in this murder shit I wrap it and murder it Use yellow tape as my durag I’m standing 10 toes, both feet on they neck Get big as you roll, the snowball effect As far As lil mama She had double D’S like she did bad on both of her test I need me measuring tape I can’t measure the hate When these rap niggas come around But how could you measure it dawg When an ounce of that shit prolly feel like a hundred pounds Bitch I need measuring tape Ima kill it and see how far I put it underground Look, F*ck the measuring aye we gone yellow tape it If these niggas don’t dumb it down Yellow Tape Bitch I need some yellow tape I'm putting yellow tape All I see is yellow tape Yellow tape Bitch I need some yellow tape I'm putting yellow tape All I see is yellow tape I’m talking bout devil my rhetoric nigga I’m hot as a kettle you bitches I’m steaming the metal is sizzling “Hold on don’t touch me, after I bust!” That’s what telling these bitches Caution my nigga Yellow tape shawty my nigga Bitch I’m the dookie mane And you may got a song But that shit ain’t making no noise Oh so you Pootie Tang Bitch I still got My dick in my hand Telling yo bitch to get in a stance I don’t play I just sit in the stands After we punt bitch I don’t wanna kick it again I’m jelly this shit is a jam This shit can get wicked my nigga I feel like a seat belt (There he go clicking again) I put my key in her box and she said won’t fit so I told her to jiggle it then This rap shit matrimony Tied the knot Niggas cheesy macaroni Play with me I smack a phony Keem the prince Apollonia Nigga I could make the Pussy jump Yea the box spring like I put a mattress on it This shit is an And 1 mixtape bitch You know I got a handle on it Rollin I need me measuring tape I can’t measure the hate When these rap niggas come around But how could you measure it dawg when an ounce of that shit prolly feel like a hundred pounds Bitch I need measuring tape Ima kill it and see how far I put it underground Look, f*ck the measuring aye we gone yellow the tape If these niggas don’t dumb it down... Yellow Tape Bitch I need some yellow tape I'm putting yellow tape All I see is yellow tape Yellow tape Bitch I need some yellow tape I'm putting yellow tape All I see is yellow tape