Yukmouth - Illa lyrics

(Verse 1) Slap the microphone master Blast I put my verbals we stay higher than NASA Regime be the game we gon rep it you gon stepped and get checked And you don’t wep and this dissect than a whole section a 4 Regime reigns supreme, street reign ghetto beat Stay blazing hella green, vision hazed The focus and I watch your impala Slam will rip your style Freeze will take your main b**h And Tech be ripping girls up We the go getters, mo cheddar Double M berretta Break ‘em off MOB send them cats in surgery With urgency , dragging game Got the urge to be, stacking currency sponsored links Murda be, flatline emergency You rappers ain’t ill, acting like you never heard of me Have to take a deal, you might be committing surgery Slam against the pick the mic and see have lifting up like I’ma stick her But I’ma see to get your cause (Hook) My arsenal is getting mysterious and critical Mic check Regime I Illa 2 Mc’s getting d**h for the cut The real on the ground around here My arsenal is getting mysterious and critical Mic check Regime I Illa 2 Mc’s getting d**h for the cut The real on the ground around here (Verse 2) Me and my dogs always willing at the party They show me love and if I call then you charge me I’m on the furgo these b**h a** she getting naughty Some n***a love me while we kick it with the shawty What the problem is, I got my dogs too b**h n***a we all crew, come in with this off view And we ain’t tripping ’cause you all blue We trippin’ with you ’cause you hatin homie why don’t you come through Get the f** out my face, motherf**er I don’t like that sh** Got me thinking better bite that lip You know how n***a bite that script Don’t like that b**h How many motherf**ers must get beat down How many gotta know how me sounds We can all be down, we can all be seen now Big dogs n***a, in Colorado You know they straight blaze n***as And that’s the motto You never gonna disrespect, how you gonna dismiss tech You better here, never get in my face again (Hook) My arsenal is getting mysterious and critical Mic check Regime I Illa 2 Mc’s getting d**h for the cut The real on the ground around here My arsenal is getting mysterious and critical Mic check Regime I Illa 2 Mc’s getting d**h for the cut The real on the ground around here (Verse 3) It’s Freeze Lyrical ma**acre his blood looking lavender Under the luminoir when I splated him Looming glove sticking trigger finger murder for higher German fire 4 ring, german out we travel You sweetest could die for I love a diva I’m building an empire Make you explode like McGyver , royal atire or designer You let me just k**, I’m Bradley Cooper limitless peel I peel stacks of unlimited squeal I make change you like Gary Yackes With a tech 9 in the compartment of my Oz 88 Work on a paper plate , we up in smoking paper plane You off the rack, we all Taylor made Smoking with the Taylor game Exotic clutches exotic models I f** with Exotic purple strands your flower bottles and buzz Stage dial aisle 9 5 serving twinkers I eat them, you weak like clock radio speakers (Hook) My arsenal is getting mysterious and critical Mic check Regime I Illa 2 Mc’s getting d**h for the cut The real on the ground around here My arsenal is getting mysterious and critical Mic check Regime I Illa 2 Mc’s getting d**h for the cut The real on the ground around here