King Iso - Yeah Yeah Yeah lyrics

Niggas don't really want it with my name yet
Only promise is the line
That why make threats
I pull up on the side on a highway next
Get a muthafucka shaking like a vibrate text
Anybody check up on the crime rate yet?
Seen a black guy? 5 8? Why say yes?
I'm contract killa, I'm a primate vet
Catch 'em at the finish line
Nigga why pay less?
You're fucking with the Champs
I'm a Footlocker, I make death
I toe tag niggas, hoe ass niggas
Slice they neck
So many muthafuckas out here on
Me might pay check
Little did they know they fuckin
With a nigga thatll
Catch em in line when they sign they check
(BANG) i'm a ghost town nigga
Where the four pounds nigga


Where the mind stay rep
Cut up a nigga then shot up a nigga
You focus on the killa Im cuckin the millers
While I spray mess
Some think im the devil, I say heck
Im Jesus yeaah, Kanye West
I be fucking with the bloods
I be fucking with the cribs
Bang right, bang left
If a nigga got a problem hollow
Tips burst like they vest
Ballin on you niggas like Delonte west
Turn a nigga face into picante yes
Smoke la day la day i stay stressed
You better be cool blood I J S

I'm so different they gon' hate
Me I just say so
Everyday I wake up homie I just make dough
When I drop a rhymee
These niggas always hit my linee
When they see me on that shinee
They just come and say yoo yEAAH
I stay on that muthafuckin' grizzley nigga
YEAAH not too many niggas from the
City can get with killa yEAAH
Why they always wanna hate the sickest nigga?
YEAAH i walk up in the club like
YEAAH you lookin different nigga

Hit you like Im droppin niggas
Let that waka flocka hit em
Wider with the choppa in him
Heat the blocka then I pop a nigga
I could give a fuck about a lot of niggas
Rambling cuz now my niggas
Know I'm choppin liver sick as salmonella
You got a problem with us
Somebody get to rockin
Then we poppin at your momma nigga
Be thinking that youre the best
While I'm pourin hollows at your chest
You niggas know im the best
Leavin a nigga bloody red
Nigga you heard what I said
From the burbs to the sex
While i swerve in the burban a murderer? Yes
Got the nerve to confess
On to serve with a tech
On a curb I'll leave a nigga burgundy red
Jack the ripper is back to rip ya
While I sip up on the Jack
While I brack a swisher-
-in half then Imma fill it
With the gas my nigga
Fuck around then Imma have to kill ya
Niggas know what I been on
Roll with the chr-izz-ome hoes wanna sit on
The big dick throne tell her
"NO nigga get gone"
Fuck around imma catch a soul when I get on
Im back to bombin black Osama
Rap for Barack Obama i'm Astronomical
Best rapper Nebraska has to offer
Fuck around and then Imma smash your momma
Pass the llama i'm sick in the brain
I'm brain-sick nigga- Twisted Insane
I bet all you pussy ass
Niggas remember my name
You got infected, now you different the same

I'm so different they gon' hate
Me I just say so
Everyday I wake up homie I just make dough
When I drop a rhymee
These niggas always hit my linee
When they see me on that shinee
They just come and say yoo yEAAH
I stay on that muthafuckin grizzley nigga
YEAAH not too many niggas from the
City can get with killa yEAAH
Why they always wanna hate the sickest nigga?
YEAAH i walk up in the club like
YEAAH you lookin different nigga