Grape Fanta by KID YOKI Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I keep a 'K, I'm gon' gun him down
They stealing my swag, they stealing my sound
Yeah, and I got that bag, still selling pounds
You don't got no racks, you look like a clown

[Hook]
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, they all my sons
I got blood up on my 1's
Brand new chain, brand new gun
AK shoot everyone (Yuh)

[Verse]
Uh, run up on me better not say nothin' stupid
I got the choppa, ain't afraid to use it
Said he want smoke, but he ain't gon' do shit
He wanna get shot with the uzi (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I keep a 'K, I'm gon' gun him down
They stealing my swag, they stealing my sound
Yeah, and I got that bag, still selling pounds
You don't got no racks, you look like a clown

[Verse 2]
We ain't on the same page
Chief Keef 'em, bang bang
Too many hoes, can't maintain
Don't fuck with her, she a Plain Jane
Lil' shawty, she my main thing
JK, don't got a main thing
We ain't on the same page (Page, page, yeah)

[Hook]
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, they all my sons
I got blood up on my 1's
Brand new chain, brand new gun
AK shoot everyone (Yuh)