CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Karate Style
Ayy, Stan, bro, bring yo a** over here, f**k this b*t*h up real quick (Hokatiwi)
Turn?me?up, Benjamin Bryant
Ayy,?ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz (Ayy)
Sent the opp straight?up, rocket style
On fire with this 201, it's volatile
Take that weak sh*t off, boy, you out of style
Trying new things, OT eating crocodile
Big chop gave dawg a tremendous death
Since I left my heart in the past, I ain't been depressed
In these big-a** Triple S's, I can't miss a step
B*t*h, why the f**k you got a head if you ain't giving neck?
Up chop and do a opp karate style
I'm a well known granny scammer, it's a hobby now
Talking loose on the net will get your body found
Used to talk sh*t back then, it's wasabi now
That mean I talk very spicy
On my way to Golden Sun, finna have Gary ice me
N***as in that room singing, tryna Barry White me
I don't scrap, I'ma up chop if he very feisty
Super deep in my bag, couldn't be complacent
B*t*h snatched the soul out me, Aretha Franklin
All these sticks over over here, we could be the Yankees
Damn, Stan, we could be the Yankees
At the set skywalking, Stanakin
Took a dark path, seen light and abandoned it
B*t*h talking 'bout love? She on shenanigans
Ape 'cause the chopstick strapped with banana clips
Up that b*t*h and pop dawg in his McNugget
Said I couldn't bring the Glock out but I'ma Chris Tuck it
She a Sh*ttyGirl now, boy, yo b*t*h f**king
Shooter never seen a bench press but he'll lift something
My b*t*h got two friends, Dolce & Gabbana
All black 'Cat bending corners like I'm from Wakanda
That b*t*h kick like Neymar when I shoot the choppa
Crab legs in the fettuccine when I do the pasta
No cap, got a taste for exquisite sh*t
Way back before Sh*ttyBoyz, I been the sh*t
Feel like Jax with that metal, I'll finish him
I bet he ran straight out his Timberlands
Katana work, have [?] slice you up
Talk a little slow, f**k with me and I'll spice you up
How you bougie? It took one night to f**k
Hop on the beat and it's gold, Midas touch
Yeah, I make more hits than Polamalu
Left my old sl*t in the dirt, now I'm popping models
I don't drink but we in Cali popping bottles
Bro got hella range on the stick, he'll Rocket Watt you
But if you got that sack on you, he'll J. J. Watt you
Let him think he on go, had the AK stop you
Pretty b*t*h on balls, I can't wait to pop you
Used to starve back then but now the steak colossal
BNB with a view in San Diego
Hoes ain't sh*t, I bet Dora ham Diego
Spice talk, huh, Stan fuego
I don't care if that b*t*h cute, I'll scam Zendaya
I would scam the f**k out Zendaya lil' cute-a**
Turn?me?up, Benjamin Bryant
Ayy,?ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz (Ayy)
Sent the opp straight?up, rocket style
On fire with this 201, it's volatile
Take that weak sh*t off, boy, you out of style
Trying new things, OT eating crocodile
Big chop gave dawg a tremendous death
Since I left my heart in the past, I ain't been depressed
In these big-a** Triple S's, I can't miss a step
B*t*h, why the f**k you got a head if you ain't giving neck?
Up chop and do a opp karate style
I'm a well known granny scammer, it's a hobby now
Talking loose on the net will get your body found
Used to talk sh*t back then, it's wasabi now
That mean I talk very spicy
On my way to Golden Sun, finna have Gary ice me
N***as in that room singing, tryna Barry White me
I don't scrap, I'ma up chop if he very feisty
Super deep in my bag, couldn't be complacent
B*t*h snatched the soul out me, Aretha Franklin
All these sticks over over here, we could be the Yankees
Damn, Stan, we could be the Yankees
At the set skywalking, Stanakin
Took a dark path, seen light and abandoned it
B*t*h talking 'bout love? She on shenanigans
Ape 'cause the chopstick strapped with banana clips
Up that b*t*h and pop dawg in his McNugget
Said I couldn't bring the Glock out but I'ma Chris Tuck it
She a Sh*ttyGirl now, boy, yo b*t*h f**king
Shooter never seen a bench press but he'll lift something
My b*t*h got two friends, Dolce & Gabbana
All black 'Cat bending corners like I'm from Wakanda
That b*t*h kick like Neymar when I shoot the choppa
Crab legs in the fettuccine when I do the pasta
No cap, got a taste for exquisite sh*t
Way back before Sh*ttyBoyz, I been the sh*t
Feel like Jax with that metal, I'll finish him
I bet he ran straight out his Timberlands
Katana work, have [?] slice you up
Talk a little slow, f**k with me and I'll spice you up
How you bougie? It took one night to f**k
Hop on the beat and it's gold, Midas touch
Yeah, I make more hits than Polamalu
Left my old sl*t in the dirt, now I'm popping models
I don't drink but we in Cali popping bottles
Bro got hella range on the stick, he'll Rocket Watt you
But if you got that sack on you, he'll J. J. Watt you
Let him think he on go, had the AK stop you
Pretty b*t*h on balls, I can't wait to pop you
Used to starve back then but now the steak colossal
BNB with a view in San Diego
Hoes ain't sh*t, I bet Dora ham Diego
Spice talk, huh, Stan fuego
I don't care if that b*t*h cute, I'll scam Zendaya
I would scam the f**k out Zendaya lil' cute-a**
