Full steam ahead you know you catching Ak dizzle coming through live and direct with my homie Snack Chizzel We slam hard like Thursday nights on Smack dizzle make the rowdy brothers pump they fist and honey's ass wiggle If you unnecessarily gassed we bout to put you on blast pull over son not so fast Me and Chan's wingspan cross seas and sands Netherlands to Michigan plus we Big in Japan You politickin with a man whose down to kick it with fans and keep the hits comin to satisfy and fit the demands Hands up when you see me like I'm throwin out free *******t I rip the stage LP murder the remix You heard of the prefix Akro by now slayin crowds worldwide with the fat flow Biyao Me and Snacky's like Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker If a rapper try to diss we crush the mother Does my mic sound fresh Yeah hot to def Lemme give it a little test then Mic check 1 2 Bad attitudes cats actin rude in the club yall need to go cuz We don't want you No doubt we get the crowd loud Ak and Chan run things boy when we come through Skills get shown your speakers blown Put up ya hands Don't front you know you want to You know me I never use words like can't or maybe On the grind when I write I can't be lazy Smoke Ls in the booth till the **** get hazy all them cats talkin **** yo yall dudes can't faze me Bump my **** that's the only way you'll play me Get gangsta at my label like F*ck you pay me Make hits take sips of that E and J see I'm bent when I'm broke my homeboys blaze me Chicks dig Snacks and that's wassup I love them tight jeans and how you back that thang up girl Get busy I control the crowd make em scream and shout when I spit **** out No doubt when I'm out and about don't hesitate to holla On second thought don't bother I'm too ******* and so gassed I just might bust ass while you askin for that God damn autograph Does my mic sound fresh Yeah hot to def Lemme give it a little test then Mic check 1 2 Bad attitudes cats actin rude in the club yall need to go cuz We don't want you No doubt we get the crowd loud Rip and Chan run **** boy when we come through Skills get shown your speakers blown Put up ya hands Don't front you know you want to I rep the city of Bean whether you lyrically fit plus equipped like an Olympian team Gimme plenty of Henny a demi of green or I might have you surrender your cream Beantown brings things that'll prevent you from livin your dream spittin like a semi whenever given Supreme Lines that'll have you in a rhyme battle shook whine like an actual puss but no ******* are seen This Boston again I pity the fiend Dorchester nuthin pretty in Bean Any individual willing for war like positioned marine We could have it out in a rap bout or act out aggression with a beef dog get smacked in the mouth Mixed in you have you traveling South The b*tch in you made your ass be out Hold up gimme the trees before you bounce
Full steam ahead you know you catching Ak dizzle coming through live and direct with my homie Snack Chizzel We slam hard like Thursday nights on Smack dizzle make the rowdy brothers pump they fist and honey's ass wiggle If you unnecessarily gassed we bout to put you on blast pull over son not so fast Me and Chan's wingspan cross seas and sands Netherlands to Michigan plus we Big in Japan You politickin with a man whose down to kick it with fans and keep the hits comin to satisfy and fit the demands Hands up when you see me like I'm throwin out free *******t I rip the stage LP murder the remix You heard of the prefix Akro by now slayin crowds worldwide with the fat flow Biyao Me and Snacky's like Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker If a rapper try to diss we crush the mother Does my mic sound fresh Yeah hot to def Lemme give it a little test then Mic check 1 2 Bad attitudes cats actin rude in the club yall need to go cuz We don't want you No doubt we get the crowd loud Ak and Chan run things boy when we come through Skills get shown your speakers blown Put up ya hands Don't front you know you want to You know me I never use words like can't or maybe On the grind when I write I can't be lazy Smoke Ls in the booth till the **** get hazy all them cats talkin **** yo yall dudes can't faze me Bump my **** that's the only way you'll play me Get gangsta at my label like F*ck you pay me Make hits take sips of that E and J see I'm bent when I'm broke my homeboys blaze me Chicks dig Snacks and that's wassup I love them tight jeans and how you back that thang up girl Get busy I control the crowd make em scream and shout when I spit **** out No doubt when I'm out and about don't hesitate to holla On second thought don't bother I'm too ******* and so gassed I just might bust ass while you askin for that God damn autograph Does my mic sound fresh Yeah hot to def Lemme give it a little test then Mic check 1 2 Bad attitudes cats actin rude in the club yall need to go cuz We don't want you No doubt we get the crowd loud Rip and Chan run **** boy when we come through Skills get shown your speakers blown Put up ya hands Don't front you know you want to I rep the city of Bean whether you lyrically fit plus equipped like an Olympian team Gimme plenty of Henny a demi of green or I might have you surrender your cream Beantown brings things that'll prevent you from livin your dream spittin like a semi whenever given Supreme Lines that'll have you in a rhyme battle shook whine like an actual puss but no ******* are seen This Boston again I pity the fiend Dorchester nuthin pretty in Bean Any individual willing for war like positioned marine We could have it out in a rap bout or act out aggression with a beef dog get smacked in the mouth Mixed in you have you traveling South The b*tch in you made your ass be out Hold up gimme the trees before you bounce
