YOGA – 645AR (feat. OlaRunt)

[Intro:]
(Rambow)
(In the cut, goin’ Full Tac)

[645AR:]
Yeah
So much stacks just like Soulja (Stacks)
We them niggas and they told you
We some shooters, poppin’ like soda
I got racks, they stretchin’ like yoga (Racks)
Big ass Glock, it got a beam
Body drop, it’s droppin’ like lean
Love that smoke, I am a fiend

Yeah
Talk to racks ’cause they talk back (Turn up)
I got bundles just like Stack’s (Stack’s)
Ran up a check quick like four flat (Check)
Uh (Whew)
You ain’t gang, you get that tax (Tax)
Playin’ with squad, you gon’ get whacked (Whacked)
On that bullshit, don’t know how to act
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It is what it is and it ain’t what it ain’t (Yeah)
Try me, this chop hit that boy with the bang
Chopper ain’t got a heart, give a fuck what you think
Just hit the lick, now I sip drank
Big ass Glock, it make ’em plank (Yeah)
Hammer and that bitch go bang (Bang)
In the field, my nuts, they hang

So much stacks just like Soulja (Stacks)
We them niggas and they told you
We some shooters, poppin’ like soda
I got racks, they stretchin’ like yoga (Racks)
Big ass Glock, it got a beam
Body drop, it’s droppin’ like lean
Love that smoke, I am a fiend

[Ola Runt:]
I mix the pure with the Xans
Fuck y’all niggas sippin’? Sip out the can
Shoot it first, the pussy niggas, they ran
Switch hitter, he in the back with the rat
Woah, gotta be quiet ’cause we finna slide
Soon as it’s dark, we ridin’
Yellow tape him, it’s a homicide
I’m a terrorist with a bomb, Bin Ladin
Crawl, suicide, pull up (Pew, pew)
Suicide, pull off, skrrt
Hit the street, they tell me what’s the word
Atlanta Hawks know I was born with them birds
Big Apple, pour a four in the Snapple
Con artist, I ain’t really a rapper
Plugged in like a fuckin’ adapter
Heard you touched down, I was shakin’ my [?]

[645AR:]
Yeah
So much stacks just like Soulja (Stacks)
We them niggas and they told you
We some shooters, poppin’ like soda
I got racks, they stretchin’ like yoga (Racks)
Big ass Glock, it got a beam
Body drop, it’s droppin’ like lean
Love that smoke, I am a fiend
Yeah
So much stacks just like Soulja (Stacks)
We them niggas and they told you
We some shooters, poppin’ like soda
I got racks, they stretchin’ like yoga (Racks)
Big ass Glock, it got a beam
Body drop, it’s droppin’ like lean
Love that smoke, I am a fiend