Yak Gone Do It Lyrics by Kodak Black
Fuck it, put his shooter up, then catch him at a funeral
Booted, I don’t know who to bust
Club T’d up, tweakin’ on a Tuesday
Last night, I was geeked up as the fuck, I woke up moody
One thing I know, that Lil’ Yak gon’ do it
Two things for sure, y’all know that he gon’ shoot it
One thing I know, that Lil’ Yak gon’ do it (Do it)
Two things for sure, y’all know that he gon’ shoot it (Yeah)
Club T’d up, tweakin’ on a Tuesday
Last night, I was geeked up as the fuck, I woke up moody
Project baby, I’m bad as fuck, nigga, Stewie
Run up, I post on the ugly corner, sell a QT
Uh, fuck it, put his shooter up, then catch him at a funeral
I’m the type to boot up, whack a stupid boy, we do this stuff
I came home from prison on a mission to get this mula up
I jumped out the can with a plan to run that mula up
Weezy my right-hand man, but he go and stand to the left of me
My neighbor before the bankroll, he stood next to me especially
I gave these niggas the sauce, they still ain’t happy, they want the recipe
Opps keep gettin’ they ass topped, so don’t you mess with me
One thing for sure, two things for certain, I’m a real one
I go Percs and smoke and molly, it’s been a minute since I built one
I’m finna be Easter fresh, you pregnant, never see a text
Fuck these hoes, I need a whole lotta money, I don’t need a bitch
That bitch type, that bitch, that bitch, that bitch, that bitch type straight, that bitch, uh
That bitch, that bitch, that bitch type straight, that bitch, that bitch
That bitch, that, that bitch slight straight (That bitch slight straight)
I’m a lil’ turnt-up lil’ jit, was lit since MySpace
Just started eatin’, already tweakin’, now imagine if we at my place
You greedy, you ain’t feed, feed more people, just not a slight taste
I’m Kutthroat, but so what, though, Kutthroat but don’t mean I’m slimy snake
Uh, fuck it, put his shooter up, then catch him at a funeral
On that fuckin’ real, if you tuck your tail, you need a booty plug
Security with me, shooter with me, booted up, they suited up
Oot it up, let’s zoot it up, they woot it up and root it up
I got the feeling finna catch a nigga slippin’, so he hidin’ like a ho, that’s some more ammo I’m finna put in you
I got a plan, I’ma get my man ’cause I deserve his ass