YOLA Jay Rock

[Verse 1]
I've been gone for a minute, now I'm back in this bitch
Like a porno star, man I'm going to go hard, go and take you a flick
Picture perfect, the way I merk it, lurkin', like swamp thang
Close curtains, yeah that's for certain, if you ever hop in my lane
Nigga fuck your chain
I'm out here thuggin' bitch, what the fuck you thought
Talkin' all that ra-ra think you the kaka, get your hood compound chalked
What the fuck you thought?
So fuck your shoebox money
Talking all that rich shit got you nervous
You ain't in the hood, you ain't 'bout that
Stop that 'fore them killers end up where your house at
Ka-ka-ka, leave you topless
In the 'jects with my homies, Watts N.G.'s be my domain
Some of my niggas deal cocaine
Spill a line off a plate then they rollin'
But these clown ass niggas they jokes mane
It must be the dope they smokin'
Streets know that I got that fire
Rock 'bout to take them higher

[Hook]
I got that A1
Yola, yola, yola, yola, yola, yo-yola
I got that A1
Yola, yola, yo-yola, yo-yola, yo-yola, yola
He think he cold, but I'm much colder
Colder, cold-cold-colder
I got that A1, yola, A1, yola, yola, yola, yola
I got that work (x3)