[Intro: Yak Yola]
(Icey, I'm so sick of you)
Yeah, uh

[Chorus: Yak Yola]
Bitch, I'm a cocaine-sellin', vacuum-sealin' sealer, gassin' hella, uh, yeah
I wan' pack his melon, motherfucker
If you need it, bro'nem got it, uh, yeah, bro'nem got it
If you need it, uh, just don't tell it, uh
Bitch, I'm a cocaine-sellin', vacuum-sealin' sealer, gassin' hella, uh, yeah
I wan' pack his melon, motherfucker
If you need it, bro'nem got it, uh, yeah, bro'nem got it
If you need it, uh, just don't tell them motherfuckers

[Verse 1: Yak Yola]
Bro'nem got it
I was thirteen, I was out there tweakin', out there wildin'
Middle finger up to my teachers, said I wouldn't be shit, everybody doubted
Now I spend what they make in a year on designer
Drip gucci and Louis and Dolce Gabbana
Keepin' it fifty, I don't fuck with the Prada
Just keep it a Benji, I don't fuck with these niggas just like I don't fuck with the [?]
Yeah, I come from them projects
I'm on way 'til a milli', just give me some time, though
Yeah, bitch, it's my time next
Uh
My niggas in Paris shootin' at the top floor penthouse, fuck [?], uh
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