Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alaska, artist - YBN Cordae. Album song YBN: The Mixtape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Alaska |
| Maddox on the beat |
| M.W.A. |
| Music |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Ayy, cook it up, whip it up faster |
| Diamonds cold swear that shit from Alaska ayy |
| I’m getting close to disaster ayy |
| Boy tell that shit to my pastor |
| I was flipping, whipping, dipped in the kitchen |
| These niggas tripping, put the game in submission |
| I’m Scottie Pippen, but I ball like a Piston |
| The shotty rippin' in a fucked up position |
| The game is over, my pain is over, you a lame, a joker |
| You can’t catch me plus my flow is nasty and my name is vulgar |
| YBN, go and try again, we be the flyest friends |
| I do my thing, plus I pull some strings just like a violin |
| Let me tell you 'bout my life and my troubled past |
| Momma’s car got stolen, took the shuttle pass |
| Re-up from three bucks copped the duffle bag |
| Please bruh, off these nuts, go and rush some cash |
| And now we winning again, my brothers spending a band |
| My niggas posted on the block, damn I be sinning with friends |
| I’m chasing twenties, Benjamins, and breaking barriers too |
| My family rich for generations, I might marry a Jew |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Ayy, cook it up, whip it up faster |
| Diamonds cold swear that shit from Alaska ayy |
| I’m getting close to disaster ayy |
| Boy tell that shit to my pastor |
| I was flipping, whipping, dipped in the kitchen |
| These niggas tripping, put the game in submission |
| I’m Scottie Pippen, but I ball like a Piston |
| The shotty rippin' in a fucked up position, uh |
| My lifestyle too wild, I know |
| Everything change with a new high low |
| Fifty bands, what I cashed in, my show |
| I got that gas, this that hydro |
| I’m too great, I don’t have rivals |
| Niggas be telling speed dial 5−0 |
| Cause these niggas be fake, I’m a winner these days |
| Motherfuckers be sweet, with a hint of cheesecake |
| Syrup spilling, coughin' penicillin |
| Heads turning walking in the building |
| Ledge burnin' often I’m a villain |
| Was deserted, brought up by some real ones |
| Had to catch it reckless, was a daily |
| Momma calling checking on her baby |
| Took a trip to Texas going crazy |
| Eating beats for breakfast, I’m elated |
| I was stressing, blessings on the way |
| Dropped out, no testing me today |
| Murder tracks, I bet I beat the case |
| Redbone, she built like LisaRaye |
| Stack my chips I bought my Frito Lay |
| I don’t listen what these people say |
| Fuck a Honda, niggas need a Wraith |
| Damn the whole team eating great |
| Ayy, cook it up, whip it up faster |
| Diamonds cold swear that shit from Alaska ayy |
| I’m getting close to disaster, ayy |
| Boy tell that shit to my pastor |
| I was flipping, whipping, dipped in the kitchen |
| These niggas tripping, put the game in submission |
| I’m Scottie Pippen, but I ball like a Piston |
| The shotty rippin' in a fucked up position (ah) |