Who Want It Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Yak Gotti & Lil Duke]
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh
We bomin'
Yeah (We comin')
Yeah, know we bomin'
Yak Gotti, we bomin', yeah
Fifties, hundreds
Rounds, choppers, who want it? (Who want it?)
That's my n*gga, that's my n*gga
Lay you down, mess with rounds they will (Kill him)

[Verse 1: Yak Gotti]
I got the recipe
Broke ass n*gga can't stand next to me, n*gga
Choppas look like on a elephant, n*gga
No limit to this sh*t like Master P, n*gga
They're not just booted up
You stupid f*ck, you lose your life, I gives a motherf*ck
Jump out that f*cking truck
I dare you to try your luck
I'ma shoot, that's understood
I'm with Duke, that's my f*ckin' lil' woadie

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Running with choppers, you know that we in it
As soon as they printed, you know we go get it
I am not from no New England, but I'm a Patriot
Lil' n*gga, you know that we hit it
Been jumped off the porch and I ran through the finish
Line, I ain't lying
Bringing a twelve and I'm jumping the fence
They catch me down bad and you know I'm gon blast
When I take Molly, I feel like the man
Drink on the drink 'til I fall asleep
Wake up and do the same sh*t again
[Verse 3: MPA Wicced]
Duke and Yak [?] or something
Forty Glock got a thirty on it
This sixteen hit from block away
Knock him off for a block of yay'
I'm an as*h*le just like Uncle Trae
Pouring Lean in the Faygo 'cause I think sh*t hit some Pompeii
You know Cody coming, Andale
Keep drugs and he never late
Pop a Xan with no [?]
Chopper 'cause a scene, non-rated
Shoot that n*gga if he living crazy
I ain't spare sh*t, this an expiration
Middle finger to whoever hating
When it come to that war, pus*y n*gga, it's no limitation

[Verse 4: Yak Gotti]
In this b*tch with Wicced, I'm so f*cking wicked
I'm so f*ckin' gifted, do you f*cking hear me?
Do you underdig it? f*ck the recognition
f*ck the next decision, you gon' forever feel it
And no mass arrest, we got hella bags
Pullin' up like the Taliban
Man down, white chalk the man
Another body [?] on the 'Gram
[Verse 5: Lil Duke]
I am so arrogant, I am not average
Pull up with choppers, you know that we airing 'em
I run with gorillas, we come from the jungle
Keep me a thirty clip, you know it's on
You know when it come out, it ain't nothin' to talk about
f*ck a recession, get him in and move him out
With all of these pounds, we don't need no scale
We stand on the block and we screaming, "f*ck twelve"

[Verse 6: MPA Wicced]
Squad play with drums like Travis Barker
Doin' dirty work in the Charger
Got a shot just like Tony Parker
Kill a opp, bite, no barking
I'm a drug dealer, not an artist
Yeah, I'm in the trenches [?]
Shoulder strap on the AK
Make a n*gga run a relay
I ain't riot in this toupee
f*ck with the real, not the fake
f*ck them b*tches, gotta paper chase
Yeah, we coming out the damn parade
I don't run super deep, n*gga
It's just me and my pistol, n*gga
Kill you and whoever came with you
Young n*gga been 'bout his issue