Lyrics

Yella Verse:
This ain’t ah second round,
this here is the second layer!
He coming straight from the mound,
We coming straight from Decatur!
The tank, brought a tank, but the tank is a legend!
Bring out the Nikon, for the icon, cuz we flexin!
No second guessing! No stupid questions!
I’m supercharged up, like ah plaid in your reflection!
Change your direction!
Slide, it’s electric!
But spinning and sliding, seems to come with some confessions!
Twenty east, two eighty five, that’s where we strive, and thrive!
Increase, divide the pies, and let me feed the guys!
Elite, can’t criticize, just have to idolize!
No sleep, capitalize, off what I melodize!
10 piece, stealing the sauce, and try to advertise!
Receipts, gonna be tough for you to monetize!
CEO Yella, it don’t get any better!
Decorative, executives, ain’t nothing u can tell us!
I’m popping my shit, like I’m crossing out a list!
Got more motion, then Covid, cuz we spreading so quick!
I spit it, so sick, quarantine zone six!
Pick u up, like Lyft!
Open u up like a gift!

BAM Verse: