Young Sam - Yoka (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Sam] See I be riding with that chopper, yeah that's my buddy b**h; Blood gang bullets, shoot you till' you're bloody b**h; Snitches get stiches, so keep your mouth zipped; S.O.D b**h, that's who I'm f**ing with 'Leggo' Chopper lay you down, to the ground, hundred rounds; Keep a pound of that kush, throw away that Bobby Brown; I be smoking like Jamaicans, eyes looking Asian; Middle finger up high, f** you if you hating; Quit debating on your future, I'mma have to come and change it; Shoot your head up off your shoulders, now it's time for new arrangements; Keep that forty on my hip, shoot a n***a til' he plankin; Saying he's the sh**, shoot him up, now he's stinking yup; b**h I'm so so tatted up, keep that nine don't add it up; Subtract this like that n***a dead, two to the chest, one to the head; I done came in the game from the bottom; Lookin for the top n***a then I finally got em', now a n***a on can't tell me sh**; Chain so cold sh** and my wrist [hahh], switch flow up but I still put it down; And I ride around town with a straight and a pound, any n***a want beef; Better hide in a bush, cuz they about to get smoked, like this kush; Blow them trees, like a breeze, get it free, spend no cheese; Got a bad b**h grow all my weed, six gram blunt, all I need; [Hahh] Then I'm on another planet, pa** that mocha like I'm Spanish; I said I'm on another planet, pa** that mocha like I'm Spanish b**h; [Yoka Honax5] I'm in the motherf**ing building ho;